Thursday, January 11, 2007


The things I've done
Could make me cry
Or leave you asking questions
Such as why
The effort that we make
To turn a stone to chocolate cake
Result in nothing
But the state
We started off
To contemplate
That is the rock
We tried to change
A task which
(Though beyond our range)
We thought might happen
Via a blend
Of luck
And rules we tried to bend
Then realised
Like common sense
That for the sake
Of ninety pence
The sinful sweet
(Like Cleo's asp)
Was always well within our grasp
Without the need
To find a boulder

Only made us older
And come to terms
Once brains were wracked
That cake is cake
And that's a fact


Anonymous said...

*applause* Nice One

Anonymous said...

You are the best. *Adoring eyes*