Estonian Homonyms
This encroachment, on my lawn,
Shan't cut short my ire's slumber
From this moment - till the dawn -
I'll try to get your number
And, when I've got it, you'll be called,
By day and eke at night
Until most epithets I've bawled
Are unsuitable to cite
Contributors: | Apsley, asdf, F, Beefy, N. |
Poem finished: | 24th August 2004 by Beefy. |