Rebellion in the Tai Ping pool,
Hong Xiuquan was ever cool,
Dai Fing in to save Mai Laif,
Cut Mai Bon Ding with a knife.
The Qing of Qong, a Mai Ti Fo,
Came along to spoil Di Shō,
Hong Xiuquan ate weeds and grass,
In Nan Jing he breathed his last.
On this day we shout An Sing,
To the memory of Tai Ping,
Chinese Gordon was a clown,
So we hang him Up Sai Down.
Comments
jennifer | March 10, 2009 - 14:59
Clever wordplay, very funny!
J x
Ewan | March 11, 2009 - 07:33
Ah Mr Skunk, more sophisticated than your usual fare!
A poem which gave me a great deal of pleasure; no doubt you will now repudiate it.
Skunk | March 11, 2009 - 16:19
Skunky Monkey!