Perdition In Vitro
When I went to the bar as a very young man
I argued the case of my thirst
And using a new and original plan
A tonic and gin I soon nursed
When I went to the mall as a virginal lass
The crowd were not blind to my charms
So my shopping endeavours were spoiled by a mass
Who took turns to take me in their arms
When I went to sea in a very small sieve
Other sailors called me a nut
'Til the juice that - when pressed - I was able to give
Proved to all I was anything but
When I took to the air as a very old ace
The stewardess called me a stud
I thought I could bring a broad smile to her face
But Viagra would not fuel my SCUD
When I started this verse I knew not what to write
Which is fair: you knew not what to read
But now I am sure you are sick of it quite
I will stop, Mate, if you will - agreed?
Contributors: | (trad), Kansas Sam, (trad-ish), F, Roland, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 13th August 2004 by F. |