Seal Cobblers
Now, children, gather round, and I will tell you of Old Tom
Inventor of that fine device, the Intestinal Bomb
The Bomb that makes ya feel calm
The Bomb that breaks your right arm
And elevates it skyward with a deft and trite aplomb
ow, children gather round, and I will tell you of Miss Kate
Inventor of the spinning wheel that spools the thread of Fate
The Wheel that rights all wrong
The Wheel that sings a song,
Not unlike the Sirens' as they slowly lure men's crate
Contributors: | TG, Roland, nomi, The Agent Apsley, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 10th March 1999. |