A Wishlist For Clambakes
I hear that sluts from Milwaukee
Employ a brand new walkie-talkie
Their calls are obscene
And their clothing not clean
Their attitude really is cocky
A high-handed hooker named hannah
Once said, "I'm wondering, can a
Man with a wrench
Inveigle a wench
While dancing to Copa Cabana?"
I hate Brussel Sprouts cause they smell
And I'm sure they serve them in hell
They're hard, round and green
With a tough waxy sheen
From them I run pell-mell
Dom Perignon '95
Is chugalugged by my friend, Clive
The Hilton twins buy
Rotgut from some guy
And guzzle it down in some dive
Please sample my luscious hotdog
"Oh, it's big as a log...
And tasty, to boot
Oh what a hoot!
It leaves the food critics agog!"
Contributors: | F, Apsley, Randy, Beefy, archaeopteryx, Grayman, Karin, Kansas Sam, Chris. |
Poem finished: | 7th January 2004 by Anon.. |