The Approach Of Suicidal Robots
The telecon went on and on
Despite the wasted time
But blather, hither, thither (yawn)
Till, at the end of my tether,
I couldn't tell whether
A jury would think it a crime
My reasoning was simply gone
The telecon went on and on
Despite the pleas of all
Through noon, sunset, midnight, and dawn
Till, with no ending in sight,,
And aware of my plight
I pulled out my trusty ol' maul
(A souvenir purchased in Bonn)
The telecon went onandonandonandonandonandon
Contributors: | Kansas Sam, Roland, Helen Owly, Beefy, F, (trad), ambyr. |
Poem finished: | 17th November 2004 by Helen Owly. |