Marrows Away
This choice of relish was not of the best,
Condiments rare, condiments rare!
I wanted to eat it, but smeared on my vest
Sing, hey! for the condiments rare
The waiter who brought it was native of Kent,
Rochester Square, Rochester Square!
The café was greasy, my clothes were all rent
So what? This is Rochester Square
And so I returned to my shack on the heath
Totally bare, totally bare!
Nary a sound but my chattering teeth
So cold, when you're totally bare
I built a small fire and toasted my buns
I plumbed up the corners and run in the runs
With a pair of particularly sexual nuns
I built a small tank and filled it with foam
Where the good and the bad could equally roam
And people the vacuum that passes for home
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Beefy, Grayman, Kansas Sam, Nigel Sly. |
Poem finished: | 24th March 2004 by Beefy. |