Unspeakable Extracts of Louise
Regicide is just killing the King,
And that is just a minor sin--
Unless yourself you are one such
In which case, it's a bit too much
To contemplate without a gin
Reggie Kray is just killing the rest,
The ones whom he found in his vest--
A set of miniature royals
All covered in adverts and boils
Who live in a hole in his chest
The King, though dead, was not amused
To be so cruelly abused--
For he was partial to a beer,
Enough to drink to much I fear
Drinking, it's said, with not a pause
In which one could emit a clause--
Or stray too far from the moot point
Can lead the cops to bust the joint
O moon, o glorious moon!
Where things lost on Earth are treasured--
I trust in you, that very soon
I'll die and go to Heaven
Contributors: | Apsley, fester, Beefy, Grayman, dan. |
Poem finished: | 6th February 2002. |