Walk, don't sniffle and you won't get it
When I was walking this I saw:
A vicious midget Matador
Prancing like a marionette
Flapping his jaw
And a angry bull standing stock still,
With a angry glare in his eyes
Snorting steam
From his black dirty nose
Then the bull started to run!
So I went for my gun
Scattering shot
Like a true Polyglot
Contributors: | Shen, Roland, The Agent Apsley, nomi, Beth, Ripplestilskin, P. |
Poem finished: | 26th January 1999. |