Renaissance Dental Imperfections Gallery
All right he said, I think I will
Mince my words, just as a spoonbill
Should, until the sense is plain
Feel mundane, and numb the pain
While sifting through my scattered brain
Important that you comprehend
Eggs should be broken at the big end
And a broken egg will never mend
How large your lunch is will depend
On when the river hits the mill
But if your grist is ground, he thought
From finest steel his blade was wrought
His swordsmanship was all for naught
His codpiece in the hilt got caught
And caused him to release a snot
The snot it dribbled down his collar
To watch we had to pay a dollar
Which forced us all to live in squalor
Whilst the snotting knight gave quite a hollar
As the pile of money grew taller and taller
And yet, his words remain unminced
Though he is wealthy now, he started out with fifty cents.
But found that when he scrubbed and rinsed
His heirs appeared not quite incensed
But singularly unconvinced
Contributors: | Grayman, El Tel, TG, Spawn of Rippy, Teresa Incognita, Lady Lillian, eyelid, Del Playa Debaucher. |
Poem finished: | 7th September 1999. |