Ho, Whoreson Pimp!
The alphabet should be curtailed:
And all the numbers, too.
And anyone who writes, impaled
Upon a sharpened tool.
And all of those who calculate
And cooks and maids and fools,
We'll hang them from a graveyard gate
Until they learn the rules
Contributors: | Apsley, Stacy Alexander, dkb, fester, Barrymore's Ghost. |
Poem finished: | 10th December 2002. |