Shirley's Dancing Socks (or Ellen's)
Socks! My red socks,
Where on earth can they be?!
I simply must have them
Kaz a little name that means so much
Is called my psychological crutch.
Grace! My sweet Grace,
Where in heaven is it?
I really must tell them
Kaz a little tune that sounds so sweet,
Has overcome my stocking feet.
Time! My lost time,
Why does it pass so fast?
I only just saw them
Kaz a little moon that lights the sky
Will wane and vanish by and by
Hope! My great hope
Why does it rhyme with 'soap'?
I vainly rush inward
"bonking's" a sin word,
Kaz a little fun can lead to woe
(At least, my mother told me so)
Christ! My sweet Christ,
Who has been stealing my brains?
I must promptly exit!
Lest the vet sex it
Kaz a little spot that no-one sees
Unless they pay my monstrous fees
| Contributors: | Peter WRC, Stacy, TG, Anon., Kimberly, P, The Agent Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 30th September 1998. |