Possibly Wasting My Days
Longshot: five apostles
With golden chains and beads
Jesus never jostles
Judas never pleads
Odds-on six disciples
With golden shoes and socks
Walrus he is taxman
White man never rocks
Nap: seven crusaders
With golden toast and cheese
Falling for first-aiders
Falling Für Elise.
Evens: eight Franciscans
With golden cross in hand
Suffering the sitcoms
On the short-wave band
Place: nine evangFattyelists
Oh bugger I got that wrong!
I need to take some catalysts
To help me along
Accumulate: two turtles
With golden shell-suits on
And soon the racer hurtles
No further than Ceylon
Treble: three terrapins
With gilt in every pore
Guilt Australian larrikins
(The kind that seldom bore)
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, fester, loaf, Fatty, P, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 24th November 2000. |