What say we make writing it
On a whim just for the sake of proving
It can be done a case of actus reus,
And the malfeasant(s) in question
Hounded till caught humping
A bemused muse in flagrante delicto,
Then summarily tried and sentenced
To be flogged rhythmically to the tune
Of forty lashes with a wet poodle—what
Prissy purveyors of emasculated poetic
Truth would dare come forth to accuse us
Of spreading shaggy dog stories?
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