Wheezing Matilda
When I was old, and on my tongue
The mould was thick as gravy
I felt the sea-salt in each lung
And called myself Old Davy
Oh, how I wish that I was young
And off to join the Navy
But now I'm old, and rhuemy-eyed
My privates caked with fungus
I'll have to find myself a bride
From some old maid among us
Oh, how I wish that she would lick
That which made the others sick
When I was older still, my knees
Went walking in the woods;
And sev'ral of mine employees
Stole all my worldly goods
Oh, how I wish the day was done
And I was in the grave-y
Contributors: | Roland, fester, Apsley, loaf, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 3rd October 2002. |