Papal Disgust
If you lift a dog with a crane, will he count to infinity?
Or will he collapse to a singularity?
Might he also not travel to other universes,
I know my dog does; (he also curses)
He tells me of his canine exploits in my sleep (or is it his?)
His tale a catalogue of infelicities
That he should also not utter without gross permits
I know my dog; (he often has such fits)
I did not name him, but some welders did, and chose the name of Bonce
He always contrives to let me know what he wants
Though in a language with which I have no hint of commerce
I know my dog; (he often is quite terse)
Contributors: | Q, F, Apsley, loaf, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 17th December 2003 by Anon.. |