High Teeth
Juicy plums for me to bite!
In the darkness of the night
Spiders eye me for their prey
Shall I view another day?
Do I write to your dismay?
Bloody brisket on the shelf!
Fit for neither oaf nor elf
But highly prized by those whose taste
Is for a kind of raunchy paste!
Do I sense indecent haste?
Brick dust in the nostrils dim
Makes my mind and senses swim
Whereas, in the nether ear
Nether noise is what you hear
Even with the latest gear
Fizzy soda down the throat!
Galling draft for girl or goat
But highly prized by those who think
That sulphur, arsenic and zinc
Make the bulging bowel shrink.
Contributors: | Apsley, (trad), Copperjock, Chevalier, Roland, dkb, Dassn't Say, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 19th July 2005 by Roland. |