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Pleasure. (Leisure Spoof) (Other) by Ulterius What is this life, if, led like this,
We have no time to stand and piss?
No time to shit beneath the boughs,
Or else all over, like the cows,
No time to frolic as we pass,
Or hide our nuts beneath the grass,
No time to streak in broad daylight,
And give the neighbourhood a fright,
No time to turn at someone's glance,
And watch their breasts, and take a chance,
No time to slurp out of a can,
And eat our beans straight from the pan,
A poor life this, if led as such,
We haven't really time for much.
Up the ladder:
Lullaby
Down the ladder:
Justice Reborn
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Posted: August 31, 2006 5:59 AM PDT; Last modified: August 31, 2006 5:59 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.8333335 Overall Rank: 340 The following users have marked this poem on their favorites list:
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A wonderful satire on one of the worst poems ever written about farm animals. I forget who wrote it but I remember vomiting on the shoulder of the girl in front of me in class when I read it. She was a stary little cow anyway.
What is this life, if led astray
We haven't time for banter gay? I look forward to reading more of yours :-)
WH Davies was a wed compared to this.
I meant weed.
Good parody
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I think I am going to find and comment on some of your poems, as you have been extremely kind.