My Poesy - my Dilemna
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider and sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Old Mr Tapper sat on the crapper
Passing his turds and day
Along came an idea just like a nightmare
And inspired Mr Tapper to say.
My position is precarious
My manner nefarious
My vision notorious
My posture inglorious
I'm inspired by the spider
Eats what comes from inside her
Having just spun a good yarn
Has her meal on the run
There's no doubt in my mind
That Mother Nature is kind
And treatment works
Are for prissy jerks
But before we get technical
The analogy is political
Where there's cycle reversal
Bovine substance the outfall
Careful use of the tongue
(And see how it's hung)
Adds another dimension
To this clever invention.
With imagination run riot
Knowledge here is our diet
Spiders do nature's weaving
An arshole's crap self sustaining
The moral of this story is
For those don't like the look of it
A poet's life is full of bliss
Dishing it out and eating shit.
My tale (pun) is spun
Mostly for fun
Milton eats Stilton
Samson was shat on
Put pants on the wife
And breed trouble and strife
Gone all the thrill now
Of her arse on the pillow
To the till in Hebrew
Play the Jewish piano
Long straight furrow
Can await tomorrow
Tin hat
Desert rat
Nibbles at
Once fat
Funny
Money
Empty
Tummy