Poem Archive
Indians Like Hot Food
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
Who the heck set you alight?
Fi-ery from tail to snout
Will someone put that darned cat out?
It’s Her Bent
Elana Banana was rotting in jail
“Appealing is fruitless,” she thought with a wail
Thick-skinned kleptomaniac – this is my fate
As hard as I try I just cannot go straight
The Cannibals are Cooking (Part 1)
The cannibals are cooking –
Missionary roast, of course,
They’ll burn him at the stake
And serve him with t’ martyr sauce