Evening Along Its Transverse Axis
This caustic little ditty
Despised by one or two
Hurts a little bitty
When straining in the loo
It makes one scream for pity
This stubborn number two
This high sardonic treatise
Deposed by all on Sunday
Will ward off diabetes
If science gets there one day
It may persuade a fetus
To favor creme brulee
This fanfaronade filled verse
Dismissed for having fun
And branded with a curse
Will cause one's nose to run
As fast as any hearse
Or stallion's number one
This doggerel delicious
Disdained by solemn souls
Who deem the content vicious
Will take ironic tolls
Until that day auspicious
In hell, tongues stick to poles
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, jm, asdf, Karin, Grayman, Beefy, chaise, Big Andy, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 29th January 2004 by Karin. |