Plutarchs Anthill Blues
When flying on a jumbo jet
I set to work, a tome to vet
It was so immense
My seat collapsed, and hence
My syndrome became most tourette
This twitch you see is mild, though,
It gently vibrates to and fro
But soon the room will quake
You'll do a double-take
Then under a table you'll go
I hope you'll excuse my swearing
It's just that shirt you're wearing
It's just so un-cool
Go back to fashion school
Your mien is overbearing
I nurture my compulsive twitch
It balances my erstwhile itch
The wound has nearly healed
My demon I have peeled
Ain't life an awful bitch
Contributors: | F, Kansas Sam, Grayman, Beefy, N. |
Poem finished: | 8th October 2003 by Anon.. |