The Deepest, Darkest Regions Inside My Colon
Whenever I go for a smoke
I like to offer a toke
They all decline
While I recline
They think that I'm some kinda joke
Whenever I go for a nip
I proffer my colleagues a sip
They all withdraw
They know I'm a bore
But hey, I still reckon I'm hip
And yet ... in depths of the Nile
I still remain quite vile
But that's okay
That oft I stray
I'm certain I do it in style
Contributors: | N, F, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 31st August 2004 by F. |