Caducus28 Apr 2006

4th stanza was nearly a coffee spitting experience from cracking up. For using fisticuffs i have to rob the queens sword and wipe it on your lapelle.

Fuckin hoot, and the best man with a bouquet is something i want to forget but is like a friggin pussycat dolls chorus and haunts me to a rage.

Great poem for that friday feeling.

typo line 8 - not that you probably care.