Lechery's Not a Primary Foodstuff
Some alphabetty spaghetti
Plopped plumb atop our Freddie
And on Betty and her Yeti
Oh! How we roared!
A snooty cutie's tutti frutti
Sprinkled on good Harold's flute-y,
Makes young Betty shake her booty
Let us applaud!
There goes a plate o' potatoes
Sliced by Tim's apparatus
Bringing a standing ovation
To the so bored
Tubs of utterly butterly
Appear here quite suddenly
Unutterably buttery
A golden hoard!
Contributors: | Carl Marks, Stacy Alexander, fester, Beefy, dkb, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 27th November 2002. |