Radishes Cloned My Goat!
Arabella Spommit had a cat made out of cheese
A dog made of cellophane, a house made out of bees
She liked to undress to the sound of raw chocolate
(Oh, no more Arabella Spommit, PLEASE, at this late date!!!)
Not everybody liked her, this girl of ready wit;
"Her ready wit? Oh, Apsley! Please put a sock in it!"
Who liked to wonder naked through fields of marzipan
Her arms brimful to flowing with pure diazepam
We hated her with passion when she was in a mood
But liked her studied sassiness and can-do attitude.
She really was quite lovely, except for her moustache
Which she sported jauntily, but still did lack panache.
But her legs were long and slender - and so was her neck
And it stretched to the skies - and, indeed, led to her thighs
Yes, her neck led to her thighs, which was a great surprise
To the Reader in Anatomy at the Univ. of Quebec!
Oh, the Univ. of Quebec, which fills each heart with glee,
Is entirely built of Mars bars (or so I am told)
Each one of which is said to be worth its weight in gold
Thus implying something about a Quebecois degree
The moral of our story, as anyone can tell,
Is either "Don't keep a skunk if you don't like the smell"
Or 'Talk unto the pansies, and you will reap anew'
The import of these homilies is known to but a few
Contributors: | Apsley, fester, E Greejius, Anon., madge, Madge, TG. |
Poem finished: | 9th April 2000. |