Jello Fellow
While bouncing on a sea of jello
With a grinning jovial fellow
I ripped my lederhosen
The very one he'd chosen
I apologized profusely
the leather hanging loosely
I was wearing leather undies
Which I often don on Mondays
The game we finally chose to play
Was hoop-de-hoop and hey-de-hey
Of course I won and paid the price
I had to herd his feisty mice.
The little beggers wouldn't come
Their paws were stuck in bubblegum
I ticked their tummies good and proper
They raised their rumps and I came acropper
Soft-hearted me. I did not strike.
I did not poke them with a pike
But I had plans for all those critters
To carry them on horsehair litters
Perhaps you think it quite peculiar
That mice get woolier and woolier
Their coats turn pink, their whiskers blue
Once shorn, they'll make a scrumptious stew
Contributors: | Francine, archaeopteryx, Randy, dinosaur, dino (jamesbeard.co.uk), Dassn't Say, Nym, Nym (heh - cheating). |
Poem finished: | 19th July 2003. |