B-Flat Tonsils
Down in New York City is a craze that's hit the streets
A craze that turns our children into punks
Or even punklets
Anything for nik to run his beat.
Round a new world city its a maze, a symphony incomplete
A fad that spawns a navy sailing junks
Or even junkets
Any dairy product we can eat
Pounding round the city, your amazingly big feet
A feat of daring size unbecoming of monks
Or even monklets
The primate of a vital living Church
Grinding down the city, the millstones of the rich
Social consent driven by chauvinistic hunks
Or even hunklets
The poetry of envy makes forth a final lurch
Contributors: | Apsley, TG, bell, spedders, MRQ, Grayman, fester, HOG. |
Poem finished: | 27th July 2000. |