Sidcup Half-remembered
It's not the custom, nowadays
To bare one's knees in Spring
Or sauce one's nuts with hollandaise
To please a maid in Tring
Our ancestors, to some extent
Found purpose in repeating
One maxim, wheresoe'er they went:
There's nothing gained by bleating
And yet, when impetigo strikes
The nether parts of legs,
It spreads to horses, spreads to bikes
However much one begs
Lumbago, too, is quite a curse
It's really rather trying
Unless you have a live-in nurse
There's nothing gained by crying
| Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, F, Apsley, will_h. |
| Poem finished: | 15th December 2004 by Roland. |