Let's Beat Up Apsley
A cardboard egg tastes just as good
In someone else's neighbourhood
Where corpulence abounds
Even in the Hare and Hounds
But in one's native parish, where
The natives dance without a care
Improper thoughts are quelled
When a cardboard egg is smelled
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Barrymore's Ghost, fester, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 4th October 2002. |