Cyber-Pogrom
Give me a goat and a piece of old rope and I walk right along to the fair
I'll certainly try with the best of my might to impress a sweet lady fair,
If I could, I'd dance with her through skies so clear and blue
And hope that my future is not like my past while I tarry here
For my past is as murky as winter is long and I dare not reveal what I know
But I hope that by tying a fish to my shoe I'll discover the best way to go
Without any need to seek help from a god or to pray more than six times a day
To spirit her far from molten mealy worms that leech her love away
so I shall retain it is a sort of nasal comment
even though it leave my mind in ferment
Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, Stacy, Mr. Happy, Sharron, P, TG, Mr. Kent, Alex the horse Womperini. |
Poem finished: | 11th January 1999. |