Arthur Sucking Cough Drops
Shall I start a new poem or will it get trashed?
(Captain, art thou sleeping there below?)
Whoever upsets me deserves to be thrashed
(Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow)
Shall I use more mascara and hope to look nice
Or sell some of my flesh for a rhyme
Whoever can pay my exorbitant price
Will be better at grammar than I'm
Shall I push the wrong button or start a new stanza?
(Am I versed in a lyrical way?)
Just fashion your veil from cretonne or organza
But I'll still be the Vicar of Bray
Shall I end it right now or lengthen its tire?
(IF anyone could know just what I mean)
'someness', My Liege, is the part you require...
(I've been up to London to look at the Queen)
Contributors: | F, (trad), Beefy, Ethe(trad), loaf, chaise, Ethetran, Kansas Sam, Roland, Apsley, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 22nd January 2004 by Anon.. |