Alexander's Shadow Ring-pull
Take five, my little feathered friends
Or better yet, take seven
And take them all to hell and back
Before they sail for heaven
These worms we eat deserve no less
Than frying in a pan
And when you want to save yourself
Drive a bulletproof van
Slice six or seven hearty tarts
And baste their spawn with care
Then fricassee their nether parts
With a handy highway flare
Contributors: | jm, F, Big Andy, loaf, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Stacy, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 20th January 2004 by Anon.. |