This Lame War Mixes Our Cement
If I understand you right,
The Spaniards have invaded?
Nope: the brainiacs storm our beach.
Hurling plums (and an occasional peach)
From groceries they've raided
If I just keep out of sight
The Portuguese sha'n't find me
And the Brains will scratch their eggheads in dismay
Idly spearing their occasional prey
This poem is so frigging lame
Contributors: | Apsley, Ventnor, Dassn't Say, loaf, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 10th November 2003 by Anon.. |