Words by Darren TYNAN
To the convoy of beetles insulting my neighbours,
Let Leeroy know that I hate his chainmail;
Changing my number was almost a necessity,
the supremacist polar bears are often blackmailers.
To the mountain of leopards reciting bad poetry,
let the beetles know that I hate their numbers;
Leeroy has changed a lot since his blackmailing days,
and now his insults shower down upon me.
To the clan of weasels that inhabit my sink,
Let my pet leopard know that I miss his insults;
The pet shop owner blackmailed me to buy a bear,
But his shower was broken so I offered to fix it.
To the neighbouring shops which inhabit my brain
My leopard is broken and this has changed me,
I have lost every semblance of my own sanity,
Could the reader of this poem please fix this?