Heavier Than Hymnodists
BNW, dreaded term, infects my thought
I hate to report
And scrambles it to
The texture of glue
Which quite explains
The state of my brains.
QWB, hated phrase, takes hold my heart
I dread to impart
Just to whose to whom
Infest the back room
And eat my tarts
And my private parts
CSA, loathed name, makes rot my feet
I fear to repeat
Its syllables three
Its A, S and C
Makes me shiver
From lobe to liver
JBO, triad dire, constricts my sleep
And thus away I creep ...
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, Shipp. |
Poem finished: | 22nd January 2002. |