In Our Wintry Organ
To prime one's seventh armpit
With an unguent from the East
Compounds one's prime infractions
And fosters growth of yeast
In crannies quite unwelcome
To the better sort of beast
For this and other reasons
Too numerous to relate
I worship Montezuma
And choose to desecrate
The graves of all his rivals
The living as the late
Although my lies are many
And blatant to a fault
I wouldn't spend a penny
Without going to the vault
For Montezuma's blessing
Is pepper to my salt
Contributors: | Roland, P, Karin, fester, Beefy, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 16th June 2004 by Beefy. |