Packing-case Diagrams
When all seems lost, all hope forlorn
All fortune gone astray
We're right to mug the manor-born
'Til fever joins the fray
To help convince each baleful Norn
That Pan is in our pay
When all seems bright, all hope renewed
All chickens home to roost
We're right to gambol in the nude
Until each one is goosed
By poseurs passing off as prude
Temerity traduced
Contributors: | Beefy, Roland, Helen Owly. |
Poem finished: | 9th November 2004 by Beefy. |