Totally Dissimilar Sausages (With Mustard)
As I was walking all alone
I saw a sausage on a stone
And to this sausage I did say
"Where shall we go and dine today?"
"Shall we both go behind that dyke? -
It's just the kind of thing you like
In your sausage kind of way!"
You do suggest that wall is gay
We went into a café dim
Me and this merry sausage, Jim
The minstrel sang a roundelay
So we may make our dinner gay
We thought to dine on turpentine
Or maybe on bonny blue eyes
Akin to those of Constantine
Who lined his nest with pies
"Oh, sausage dear!" I soon exclaimed,
"There's none shall know where you have gone"
But lest you think I am defamed
The wind shall blow when I am done
The sausage flavour was unlike
The ordinary sort of wurst
It made me hope upon my bike
That I would never die of thirst
And yet, of pangs, there were a few
(They could be stomach-ache, mind you)
And of regret, some moments came
It's lucky no-one knows my name!
Contributors: | fester, Apsley, Nessie, TG, MRQ, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 10th July 2000. |