Test Our Mutual Felicity with Unguents
His brain slightly mangled from mid-term exams
Took a job as a gluteus max
To make the trade square, went the other from there
and now he can flex all his facts.
And what became of the man with a brain for an arse, and an arse for a brain?
He's stolen the White House and slaughtering trees
And wagering war wherever he please
And turning rhymed couplets into rhymed threes
In a far distant town, in a far distant land, was a woman
who wandered with wigs in her hand, and a captain
said, "She's not a looter!" and ran
up a bill that extended from here to Phithsthtan.
- His mind fairly addled by taxing poetics
He ran off to Angola and joined the heretics
Contributors: | Anon., Kansas Sam, Dael, Larry Brennan, hagglefish, MK Fuller, wag, Elusis. |
Poem finished: | 21st June 2003. |