-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.3 Oct 2003

This reminds me of the time I tried to construct a synthetic butler from a surplus beggar and a discount plus-sized wedding dress. It was tremendously exciting until I realised I had given him the powerful hind legs of a bee, and he simply leapt over the manor into the rolling green hills of Weatherby Estate. But good heavens, enough about me.

This is an astoundingly stupid poeme, Sir. -10-