The Bitter End (Alas I Died Homeless)
Alas! Oy vey! My tires are flat
And I suspect the reason;
It happened when I ate a sprat
(it was badly out of season)
Should I have had the fresher shad?
Perhaps the seasoned trout?
Should I have joined the sushi fad?
(But what's it all about?)
My faucet drips. Alas! Oy vey!
And I perceive a culprit;
It started on my wedding day
(The priest had lost his pulpit)
Yada, yada, yada, yay!
So it goes, I must not flinch
Rum tee tum and diddle dee day!
Who hasn't been in such a pinch?
Contributors: | Francine, tonedeaf, Nym, asdf, F, unkempt. |
Poem finished: | 26th July 2003. |