Awake in my soul, A garden full of squirrel Awaiting a feast of Of frozen senators
And all the Luddites Who live in the Harems Will celebrate the coming Of halibut intestines
"The only true equalisers in the world are books; the only treasure-house open to all comers is a library; the only wealth which will not decay is knowledge; the only jewel which you can carry beyond the grave is wisdom." - J. A. Langford
The senator strode down the garden path Intestines full of halibut stew Glancing about at nature’s bounty That now came into view The squirrels that played in the great oak tree The he-goose and his harem fair A Luddite’s playground, old and true You find no invention there
In the garden pond, the halibut flew, Their intestines rippling behind, In Luddite fashion they grew, but knew, No way to possibly rewind. Senator Squirrel flashed his wicked smile, Gleefully cheerful, but all the while, His thoughts lingered on his harem’s joy. Because he was a naughty boy!
Post by RoughWriters on Mar 1, 2012 18:01:23 GMT -6
Oh you succulent morsel you Good enough to serve 2 Good for me the senator to be And good enough for you You luckily luddite true? True You old school fool I found you with your harems Like the sight of intestines twined Twisted colour and reflected light But in this iv got your arms Locked up pined And In great delight
I’ll talk you my dear squirrel And broil you up with Mr Bringbut Cause I do enjoy my halibut with a curl