poem

Salsify Sassafrass soon stuffed a syphonfull
all around Roger, and god save the queens.
Send up an armoured tank.
Shit! Help! We've all turned yank.
Let's get out quickly without being seen.

Salsify Sassafrass seemed to get lost back there.
She was the one who was almost obese.
Never could get enough.
"Oh, well, have you tried much?
What d'you expect if you get 'round in these?"
So
Salsify Sassafrass tried several poets, it seems,
Fifty seven actors, three priests and a bard.
Thought she would crucify.
No-one could testify.
Someone said,"Guilty, and thirty years hard"

Salsify Sassafrass never believed herself.
You wouldn't either with such bullshit names.
I was the prettier.
Meg, she was treasurer.
Sal Sassafrass? Huh! She got duh brains.