She Never Even Saw His Noble Bonfire
Without ever eating
Or drinking champagne
Or actually meeting
A toff
We followed the horses
Down Memory Lane
Which generally forces
A cough
From the imbibers
Of tonic and gin
The fruits and the fibres
And zest
Comes the inducement
To sorrow and sin
And such seducement
Is blest
To harlots and whorers
Saliva and sun
And all kinds of snorers
Look fine
But all those who follow
What they have begun
Are destined to swallow
Sour wine
Envoi
Never having met
You're one I shan't forget
Contributors: | loaf, Beefy, Grayman, Padfoot, Apsley, Roland, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 20th April 2004 by Beefy. |