Stupid Polar
The rain it raineth every day
And soaks poor Shakespeare every way
Descartes thought, therefore he was
And, with that thought, away did buzz
Don't go too far old Ockham said
Cut straight down to the heart, instead
Poor Milton stood and waited long
Till Dryden dubbed him "Spencer's son"
If Kipling was a man, his son
Rudyard made an exceptionally good 'un
Contributors: | Beefy, Apsley, Grayman, Glider, fester, Karen. |
Poem finished: | 16th August 2002. |