Cutlery Tissues
Is it a bug or a feature?
The Gatekeeper whispered, that night
As he laid his rough fists on his wife.
First she dug into that creature
Then ate Peter's Whiskas - that's right
Without even the use of a knife
She was wild as the ocean is fearful
She was as dull as a chicken is bright
Lacking all flavour, tough as old boots
Sheba's child is emotional, tearful
Slow to calm down or turn off the light
Smacking the neighbour who touched her newts
Contributors: | E Greejius, loaf, Apsley, Roland, fester, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 5th November 2001. |