Doc anaesthetised my joint -
a change from vice versa.
Now my arm is free
to swing like a gate,
maybe The Village Gate.
It don't mean a swing
if you can't use that thing.
*Now, back to the MCG.*
Ah, Tony Greig's a pompous ass /
No-one anaesthetised my mouth.
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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