Towards the Sloping Planet
To say that he was fat would be
A woeful lapse of sympathy
But to call him an ugly dude
Would seem a very platitude
If you have a bad attitude
You shall earn our gratitude
To say that he was very short
Would be a very unkind thought
But a loud comment on his smell
Would surely answer very well.
If you are nastier than hell
You should wear a little bell
To say his mind was lacking wit
Is nasty, on the face of it;
But doubting his astucity
Could prove astute stupidity
If you be caught with trouser's down
Be sure your underpant's are brown
To claim his sinews were the best
Could only be seen as a jest
But muscular disparagement
Would only be said by a gent
If this brings you merriment
Your cerebrum, old chap, is spent
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Anon., loaf, P, Barrymore's Ghost. |
Poem finished: | 4th October 2002. |