There Once Lived Some Rather Odd Babies
In a poisoned gondola
A poisoned body lay
And all the poisoned lookers-on
Had had her in their way
And halfway up the Grand Canal
While lookers-on were looking
A pastry-chef removed the lid
And found his latest booking
Hellebore and arsenic
Had torn her life away
And all the poisoned lookers-on
Had looked the other way
And halfway down the Grand Canal
While lookers-on were dreaming
She rose, and flung aside the lid
Her front incisors gleaming
If he had bled a little less
Or cried a little more
And poisoned all the lookers-on
Who feasted on his gore
And dabbled in the Grand Canal
While dreamers-on were looking
He would have lived to make a bid
For less unseemly cooking
So, for corpse, a corpse is swapped
As truth is stale, our tale is stopped
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, F, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 2nd September 2004 by F. |