Quantum Snork Sput Snooting
Well bless my soul and clean my boots! I've started a new stanza
The guys in California will have to romanzya
Maybe you feel all alone like no one understands ya.
But yoghurt and the apricot sustain the modern Hunza.
The glory of the written word will bring new understanding
To Ivan standing on the lawn and Boris on the landing
Wow This can be demanding!
But not for those whose mortal ken is ever quite outstanding
Go find the prophet Beverly, and pose the silver question,
Of hake and haddock, pigs and prigs, which aids a man's digestion;
Remember, though, to disregard her seventeenth suggestion
Then strap her to the Buick and become her new obsession.
The ostrich and the arthropod decided to be bold
They quit there jobs and went for the Gold
Was quite the wrong decision, or so I'm told,
This whole affair of changing pace has really taken hold.
Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, nomi, best boy, Daddy, Rebecca Sharp, TG, best boy & slim jig, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 8th February 1999. |