Applause for Melodious Metal
A female, young, of ill repute,
Has just begun to play her flute.
Not the flute of pinkish hue,
One of steel, inlaid with blue.
The romance that she seeks to play
Will end soon, I hope and pray.
Her reputation must be saved;
A whole new path must be paved,
Over sin that cracks and splits
Upon good meaning, our judgment sits
For all of us will share her fate
Before the clocks strike half past eight.
A plan to save her must be hatched
Let her detractors be despatched!
With just one blow from my stout club
I'll force my entrance to the pub -
Where I'll enjoy my brew and sub
So, gather round, my trusty few
And have a glass of this old brew!
Here's to maids of good repute
Who give me pleasure in my suit
And let vile Rumour now be mute
Contributors: | Carl Marks, dkb, Apsley, Stacy Alexander, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 5th December 2002. |