Attention: Recurring Decimal
Poor Jones got hanged - and yet I know 'twas I whose bottom burped
But, really, I don't feel so bad - it was my drink he slurped
A pint's a pint and that's a fact - he should have let it be
So when he smelt the one I dealt, I blamed the burp on he
How very diff'rent from the home life of our own dear queen
Who sits alone and ponders all the wonders that she's seen
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Beefy, Grayman, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 1st April 2004 by Anon.. |