Further Epsom Salts
How far can we fall
From His Grace's good graces?
Down from the wall
And off to the races
Flat on our faces
How high can we climb
From Her Ladyship's ladies?
To the sublime
From darkest Hades
(Where every Shade is)
How close can we follow
The Count's arcane accounts
How much closer until we bump into
Danger by the ounce
Hurry hurry what should we do
Shall we be threw and start anew?
Contributors: | Roland, Kansas Sam, loaf, Grayman, Beefy, fester, chaise, Jennifer Wagner, Jessica Cullen, Maria Pascucci. |
Poem finished: | 3rd February 2004 by Anon.. |