Again We Raise the Standards of Poetry Crimes Against Humanity
The slate is clean, the ink is fresh
The pencil sharpened, too
I feel it in my bones and flesh
And in my spinal goo
The inspiration starts to form
And yet I cannot name it
Something tingly, something warm
And if obscene, I'll frame it
I think I have it! Strike me down!
It's folded, pink and furry
It looks just like my undergown
I'll submit it to a jury
The evidence here is plain to see
To bats with ultrasound
The muses have been kind to me
My riches do abound
And so I wish to end this tale
So do it now without fail
Contributors: | Nym, Francine, Kansas Sam, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |