Suction By Toothsome Lip
By dressing up in surgeon's robes
Or proctologist's finery
I meddle with the frontal lobes
And penetrate with painful probes
All brains that work in binary
By donning doctors' rubber gloves
Or else the weeds of lesiure
As worn by those that breed white doves
To lubricate their flighty loves
I oil the wheels of pleasure
To put on dentists'underwear
And extract healthy teeth
The gums that glisten under there
Will often make me wonder where
You live, in Inverkeith ...
Contributors: | Roland, fester, Apsley, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 4th April 2000. |