Gentrification is a Giggle
Whene'er I see a falling star
I run, and pray I don't get squished
I was run over by a car
It wasn't what I wished
And yet I still will scan the sky
For moons of cheese and flying pigs
And very often do I spy
Old lizards wearing wigs
'Tis then I once more swear off drink
I mean it this time--really!
But then appear the elephants pink
I become all touchy-feely
And when the lizards start to giggle
I lose all of my self control
I fantasize of Mr Squiggle
Which makes me rock and roll
You may think me quite delirious
and in fact you'd be correct
It's not just a half-baked theorious
Dude, I am totally wrecked
The doctors have all studied me
They call me manic-depressive
Gave me cups of muddied tea
And dubbed my genes "recessive"
Contributors: | Francine, Kansas Sam, Nym, Karin, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 17th July 2003. |