Unsettled Directions
From the Baltic, travel North
Until your nose grows icicles
If your leg doth not carry forth
Then ride to Minsk on bicycles
Turn three times, and venture West
Then touch yourself and holler
You should have worn a thicker vest
Or at least a sable collar
Change your course and wander South
(Your mammy hails from Dixie)
If you're feeling down in the mouth
It's because your puppy licks me
Plot a line, forever East
As though 'twere occidental
Then tie a halter on the Beast
Whose mien is far from gentle
Envoi:
When Rasputin calls for fish
Serve it with a big knish
Contributors: | Apsley, dok, Sid Poite, Beefy, Erie, Grayman, TG, loaf, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 28th April 2004 by Anon.. |