The "Don't Bother Me" Paradox
She came at dawn and slit my throat
(Hey-ho, the muffin ride)
She did not even leave a note!
Such careless patricide!
A shameless lack of pride
Betrayed in what she wrote
She cried, but could not hide a grin
(hey-ho, the muffin race)
She did not even wipe her chin!
Such wanton lack of grace
A shame to find such sin
Portrayed in such a face
She left at dusk and slept awhile
(Hey ho, the muffin route)
She did not even walk a mile
In slipper, shoe nor boot
But stayed to emulate Canute
A shameless lapse of style!
| Contributors: | P, Roland, TG, Bop. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd May 1998. |