Tsunamis Get The Surfers
Well! That relief was pretty short
From buffets and the like
Our breath (exhaled) again is caught
Is every gathering so fraught?
It's nothing like what we were taught
Before the General Strike
Tell! The ball is in your court
So biff it over here
To you it may not look like sport
Indeed, it may amount to nought
And thus, I deem, we should abort
I fear the end is near
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Ethetran, Grayman, Beefy, jm, loaf, Padfoot. |
Poem finished: | 13th January 2004 by Anon.. |