The Helicopter's Plenitude
Triceratops, my maiden aunt
Has glued her eyelids all a-slant
Giant lizard on a rant
Attempts a couplet but he can't
understand the tribal chant
Or reckon with a hungry plant
Venus-Flytrap's recant
Seraphim , the angel pimp
When making pizza, does not skimp
And pasta stuck between his teeth
I lost my laurel. Where's my wreath?
In the chimney of the stars
Stained glass windows gilted bars,
Of which the sultans told the czars
Gadgets dispute grains of rice
But that's a game that is not nice
Haven't I just told you twice?
Eat a pint of ice cream daily
If you will perform quite gaily
I will take you to a priest,
And he will exorcise the beast
Contributors: | P, Roland, nomi, Rip, Best boy, The Agent Apsley, Stacy, best boy, Daddy, Spanky, TG. |
Poem finished: | 8th February 1999. |