Each Dainty Ballerina And Her Imaginary Pilchard
This happy nest has made me cry
And hundred times, or more
But, if you ask the reason why,
Beware! for I shall roar,
And send my thunder from on high
To pique the nether globe
And teach the hoi polloi to try
To steal the ruler's robe
My wrath will quell the stoutest heart
And melt the weakest tongue
And rend the very air apart
Till songs remain unsung
"If you would know what lies within
The apostate's delight
Indulge yourself in sundry sin
Nor quench your appetite
On bird's nest soup nor fin of shark
Nor hide of elk or ram
And cleave ye to the Earth!" I'll bark
And you'll reply, "I am!"
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Beefy, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 25th June 2004 by Roland. |