Abuse Of Frequent Positivism
While I was panhandling one bright sunny day
Sifting away, sifting away
I came upon a pod of gleaners
Not to mention several weiners
In the bottom of my tray
While I was orating one bleak winter morn
Giving it that, giving it that
I stumbled on a chance remark
That left my audience in the dark
The monologue fell flat
While I was canoodling one dull afternoon
Getting it on, getting it on
I chanced upon a bald raccoon
His hair had clearly had a prune
(He stayed with me till dawn)
While I was persnickety that happy fateful morn
Picking on him, picking on her
I fancied a fabulous raconteur
Narrating how he was lovelorn
(I stayed with him till dawn)
Contributors: | F, Beefy, skokes, Grayman, Ethetran, N, Q. |
Poem finished: | 10th December 2003 by Anon.. |