Bottle Up
Spoons are the one thing God forgot
When sorting out the fate of Lot:
Eve thought he had, but he had not
Because he made the ocelot.
Not spoons, but spots, I meant to say,
Those furry freckles won't obey
The Master, who has gone away
To practise life in Mandalay.
The tiger got the stripes instead
"I really wanted swirls", he said
And sulked off to his leafy bed
To make up poems in his head.
| Contributors: | KT, The Agent Apsley, Elizabeth, Grayman, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 26th November 1999. |