Perpetual Hermeneutic Of Girl-Guides
When the pressure on our thinking
Makes our largish skulls grow numb
When the blindness of our blinking
Interspersed with wanton winking
Fairly makes us dumb,
Small wonder we succumb
To nursing on the thumb
When the pleasure of our eating
Makes our bellies swell with pride
When the people we are meeting
Go in terror of excreting
Into the wide outside
We will STILL be thinking, though at this point we will be stinking.
Time to run and hide
Contributors: | Apsley, asdf, jm, Beefy, loaf, Kansas Sam, not fester, Irene, Lance. |
Poem finished: | 17th February 2004 by Anon.. |