Ode to the Televangelists
They call it indepence
Because their "den" was sold for cash.
The old Estate Agence
The site which held their looted stash
Gold doubloons and Maui Wowee
They raked in all such truck
And stubbed their toesies: ow-ee!
And one of them yelled..."Ow-ee!"
With faculties thus impaired
And bank accounts now brimming
They truly could be said
To have a life with vim in.
the decor, though eclectic
Was Seventies in style
Shag-rugged and lava-lectric
And bright as Farah's smile
Home, said they, is where the heart
Can nestle with the booty
Where two can live as one and start
To do your wifely duty
But what now is the topic
They asked each other, puzzled
The chance is microscopic
To find it once they've guzzled
They tippled day and tippled night
The wine flowed to their brains
But even soused they knew that light
Would stream in through the window panes
| Contributors: | loaf, Hagfish, Kansas Sam, Dassn't Say, Edgar, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Anon., snoodmeister, Francine, Evan, Nym. |
| Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |