Anatomical Chaps
Vesalius, whose scalpel bright
Outshines the very sun
Will greet us in his crypt this night
When Evensong's begun
Hippocrates, whose lancet shone
More dusky than the moon
Will go were no one else has gone
At least, not before noon
Heraclitus, whose schlong was limp
As Play-Doh newly born
Boohooed when others called him 'gimp'
For needing the aid of porn
All these, whose fame our world transcsends
Are dead but they had fun
And had they been some other's friends
Their nylons wouldn't run
| Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Padfoot, loaf, Big Andy, F. |
| Poem finished: | 15th January 2004 by Kansas Sam. |