Things Are Annoying Everywhere
Just take a breath - we'll sort this out
Or my name's not Mad John
There really is no need to pout
Nor shake your pretty locks about
Nor leave your trousers on
Just have a drink - I'll get you three
Or my name's not Mad Jack
There's no rophy up my sleeve, hee
You doubt? Then ask the Papal See
To give your trousers back
Just make a fork - you'll have the tines
Or my name's not Mad Mike
There's only one who reads the signs
For we, the ones who pay the fines
And give our trews a hike
Faggotts and Peas
oh what's happened here ?
A breakdown, I fear
How 'bout a cheer?
Or let's go for a beer
Just wake them all - John, Jack, and Mike
Then run them over on your trike
Contributors: | Helen Owly, Beefy, F, Roland, jm, Nigel Sly, simbosa. |
Poem finished: | 29th November 2004 by jm. |