Grey From Top To Towpath
Upon the next-to-shortest day
I threw my wooden leg away
Upon the turning of the year
I kissed goodbye one plastic ear
And, turning to my wife, I said:
Next stop, the head ...
This seemed to vex her quite a bit
Although, instead of stopping it
She merely heaved a mournful sigh
She prised away my oaken thigh
And muttered, staring at her toes:
Why stop at those ...
|17th January 2005 by Beefy.