Reversed In The Wash Of Fortune
Corporation. There we go
Hidee-hidee-hidee-ho!
Other nonsense then ensues
Oh catapult of woe
Awash in black molasses
Mediation – counting down
With some outlandish grizzled clown
Let the treacle drown his smile
Oh let it be a frown
To mollify the masses
Consternation. People flee
Each time the pastor counts to three
The Beast, personified, pursues
Oh dodge its acid pee
And vilely-voided gases
Contributors: | loaf, F, Apsley, asdf, Roland, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 15th January 2004 by Anon.. |