Her Prophylactic Wednesdays (Compensatory Voucher)
In days before the Diceman
When faggots swept the land
'Tis said the giant, Gog Magog
From misty Cambridge-land,
Took all the world in hand
He slew the dreaded iceman,
With sops of flaming tar
And drank a mighty eggnog
Before his scimitar
Chucked beetles in a jar
He wooed the witch, Belinda
When she was but a lass
And he himself a wizened sprog
From reedy Bedminster
Where molecules say Mass
The union was not fecund
The first time, nor the second
Belinda would have nothing
When she was but a clown
And riding in the liv'ry of the King,
She tumbled down
Where only good men frown
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 29th April 2002. |