Now I fear I have delved into Pandora's Box
Amongst all sorts of forgotten bad verse and old smelly socks
And now that I see it, in my eye there is a tear
To see how this thread has unleashed a form of verbal diarrhoea.

They tumble out all over, these wretched little words
Just like a multitude of tiny little turds
And when I check the mudcat to see what I have said
My mind is going numb and my heart is filled with dread.

To think that I can write 5 verses in 5 minutes and call it poetry
Then disgorge the contents out in public for all the world to see
But then I think that much worse things have been said
By the politicians who lead our countries, and I don't feel so bad.