Billboards, Numbers, and the Signs for Heaven
There once was a poet of note
But nobody read what he wrote
So he took out an ad
And started a fad
The billboards all readers now quote
In Vegas, there lived a magician
Who'd shrink a girl down to a smidgen
The crowd would applaud
Though the trick was a fraud
The girl was really a pigeon
Seattle is home to a geek
For a buck you can take a quick peek
It's amorphous and hairy
And really quite scary
When it sees you, expect it to shriek
There are things that go bump in the night
I get up and turn on the light
And to my chagrin
Discover the din
Of my hubby's snores flailing a kite
There was an old whore from Rangoon
Who tried to relieve a platoon
But she found that when she
Tried to levy a fee
They inserted the coins in her poon
If seven plus four is eleven
And three with four added is seven
Then minus two plus
Point six is a fuss
But zero is like seventh heaven
There was a route sixty-six
On which, I was told, you'd find kicks
It crossed the State lines
You could read the signs
Unlike those poor old dyslexics
Aunt Mae was possessed by a demon
She said it had filled her with semen
But we knew she was nuts
She gave birth to a klutz
But Beelzebub couldn't stop beamin'
An old fokker pilot named Fritz
Would fly away to Moritz
Once there the old fokker
Enjoyed so much poker
He went bankrupt; that was the pits
A newlywed couple, the Kents
Were shagging against the fence
When old Smokey the Bear
Discovered them there
And he shagged them, now that don't make sense
Contributors: | Nym, Francine, N, F, Kansas Sam, Karin, asdf, baoloa, N (sorry), Randy. |
Poem finished: | 11th August 2003. |