Near Creepy Cow Lane
The last time I polkaed with Ted
The rose in his teeth gave me dread
Ted was always a bit over the top
He gave me the creeps when I was young
Ted started the fad of splitting the tongue
That noone really felt inclined to stop
None, save I, in goddess' gear could bear
The combing-forward of his single hair
Our Ted was quite the fop
It still makes me shiver to think
The way t hat he swizzled his drink
And sprayed it all over the shop
So the last time I polkaed with Ted
I decided I must make him dead
My motto was "Bop 'til you drop!"
Contributors: | Karin, Kansas Sam, Apsley, loaf, Irene, Anon., Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 25th February 2004 by Karin. |