Let voted houses remain hung,
Let horse-trading go on unsung,
And pictures perpetually hung,
But never once man shall be hung,
An edict ‘tis of a strict tongue,
A firm belief and devout faith,
Man can only be hanged till death.
And garments all without a grouse
Are always on hangers are hung,
Whilst aircraft in hangars are housed;
If at all a sane soul is hung,
It can only be his portrait;
I've seen women fairly ‘well-hung',
But well-endowed they are I bet.
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The ways of words | 02.08.05 |
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