Crying Again
Don't give me your usual whinge!
Complaints, complaints! They never cease!
On me, perhaps, they don't impinge,
Or bend my ear in times of peace
But, in the pantry, with the bread,
It's safe to hide form the police
Who stalk the streets, with boots of steel,
And big sharp knives they use to slice
Up leather boots and off the heel
Don't tell me you're frightened of mice!
"I'm scared! I'm scared!" Your cries don't stop!
So with this blade your tongue I slice
Your words will no more reach my ear
Than prayers to Buddha will the sun
I hope I've made myself quite clear
Contributors: | Apsley, Calypso, dan, Beefy, fester. |
Poem finished: | 31st January 2002. |