3-Sided SymphonyA Poem by £15 + A S**t BJMelodic jingle, made by several tingles, Getting the groove right is harder than getting shingles, Made in Sheffield, metal to the core, Of it's mysterious sounds, i never tire or bore, Pythagoras mastered, each and every side, He hit his shape again, as the noise duly died, Each note with the elegance of Mrs. Hannah Randall, But her sides aren't all the same length, she is not equilateral, Please come and play upon my little love triangles, My instrument creates, a rather tuneful rattling, Harnessing its powers, I cause a cease to battling, Jokes, you can't even hear it over gunshots, Although it's said to be slightly more attractive than the sunspot, It hits G-spots, and takes free shots into 'She's hot!''s, And begets what has been got, by doing dirt-T squats, When i venture into danger, it's left back like Glen Johnson, And's only slightly more enticing than the hips of Jenny Thomson, 180 degrees is the sum of all its angles, Please come and play upon my little love triangles, I'd never have another shape, for me only one polygon, Although Simon cheats on Bleach, occasionally with Pokemon, I could never two-time my love and craft without a care, And without cleansing equipment, I always refuse to share, Catching funky vibes, is top of my priorities, When I have a fiddle with my beloved isosceles, Although at one point I may have called her a 'gay scene', Scooby is the only one who's ever seen my unpolished scalene, 180 degrees is the sum of all its angles, Please come and play upon my little love triangles, I've won all my awards, without a sneaky cheat or wangle, I hang them on my wall, where, like my balls; they dangle...
© 2011 £15 + A S**t BJAuthor's Note
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