With Our Dentures Firmly Detached For Whitsuntide
'Mr Spaceman, can't I travel,
Between your ankles dim
I hope my lifeline won't unravel
Like legs of Tiny Tim
'Mr Rogers, can't I tango,
Underneath your petticoat
I hope you'll plug in the stereo
And keep my world afloat
Mr Magoo, can't I gamble
Behind your burlap rug
I hope I win the lamb pull
I'd love a lamb to hug
'Mr Cleaver, can't I pedal
Among your rancid sweat
I hope to God you will not meddle
With Aunt Endora's pet
No!
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, F, archaeopteryx, Padfoot, Roland, Big Andy, Beefy, jm, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 16th January 2004 by Anon.. |