Once Lithuania, Once
In a cave, on a mountain so high
I cursed all the birds of the sky
'Cause the wings I had wrought
Had never so cheaply been bought
And thus, when I sought to descend
From the odious sonnets I'd penned,
I shouted two lines
To three porcupines:
(And stopped when I got to the end)
Poor Beefy's good pome has been wrecked
(What did you expect?)
Beneath the grapefruit moon we would roll in the grass
Alas!
The ring-tailed pigeons fondle their own plumage,
And moved from nest to maisonette to gain the extra roomage
But quickly became bored with all the coo and billing
To say nothing of the indiscriminate killing
Contributors: | Beefy, loaf, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Roland, asdf, Nigel Sly, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 16th February 2004 by Beefy. |