My Raving Virgin
A perfect wedding in the snow
oh what she's thinking we'll never know
And why should snybody go?
The bride looks beautiful, they say
Between the sheets at St Tropez
And on a crisp Dornoch Day
Like a slightly unkempt virgin
(One that needs no second urging)
Let her final flowers burgeon
The whole world looks on in wonder
Hoping to enjoy the plunder
And avoid the rain and thunder
Apathy falls like rain
We have to watch her wed AGAIN?
But maybe Fate has other plans
Than those Madonna understands
Or all her slobb'ring troupe of fans
But soft! Methinks I hear a techno beat
The sound of dancing teenage feet
Beneath a kind of wailing bleat
Scrofula bites quite hard
But Madona has vast stores of lard
Thus her visage stays unscarred
Proud images of stone
We have to watch her wed ALONE?
Contributors: | Hamish, joiedv, Roland, loaf, Shug Miller, Beefy, fester, Apsley, P, Gussie, , Binky, DonnyJ, Grayman, hamish. |
Poem finished: | 23rd December 2000. |