Nipple Tussock
I did it for the sake of her
She than whom no other
She than whom the Crocodile
Has no greater kind of smile
Than has the daughter's mother
She viewed it, though, with great contempt
Nor were the coelacanths exempt
From serving in the army corps
To clean each window, dust each door
Lest should they turn too unkempt
I warn you lest a mystery gland
Should cause the playing of The Band
To soar to febrile apogees
Deserving frank apologies
That none can understand
We reverence, but soon depise,
The mysteries of Madonna's eyes
Manufactured in the lab
That prunes unwanted flab
From sundry old fruit pies
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 3rd January 2004 by Anon.. |