Collisions
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of steroids anabolic
Of how some wolves can oft be were
Of when I was an alcoholic
And suffered terribly from colic
And lived a life austere
Harken, my friends, and you shall know
Of pressures atmospheric
Of why the world is full of woe
Of when I met the half-bee Eric
And then became quite hysteric
When he said he had to go
Contributors: | F, loaf, N, Roland, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 1st December 2003 by Anon.. |