All That Blisters
Have more wine and honey, darling,
Eat and drink your fill
Scoff the peanuts, down the Carling
Go to it with a will
Take the wife to heaven - she's had enough of hell
But bring her home by seven, for the reason you know well
Ale is down the hatch and the slops are due for hers
One more shot of whiskey, and she'll fly home with the birds
Sit on chairs aplenty, won't you?
Eat and drink your worst
You still like the fabric, don't you,
Though you know I saw it first
Can you honestly say it looks as if its at its worst
for maybe all that we do see is just a visual curse.
Contributors: | fester, Beefy, Roland, chaise, Jennifer Wagner, Apsley, loaf, Jessica Cullen, Maria Pascucci. |
Poem finished: | 3rd February 2004 by Anon.. |