Cocker Mouthwash
A pot of glue left me unstuck
Before my rooster ran amok
Upon the Devon shores
Yet once I was a seventh son
Sparked from a deadly boron gun
And earned my just applause
From those who heard my pause
I suffered from an appetite
To ingest a stalactite
Inlaid with Cashew nuts
For once I saw the seventh sin
Both from without and from within
The body and the scarlet guts
And every bit that there abuts
And thus my life has been a dream
No more yielding than a scheme
Inscribed upon an oaken beam
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, (trad, -ish). |
Poem finished: | 3rd January 2004 by Anon.. |