Cousins of Lidmen
Cousins of Lidmen of package mysteries
who don’t make the opening up a breeze;
then cousins of bottle cap conundrums
who screw on the caps with multi sons,
screw them on with a team of horses,
turning and turning with mighty forces;
a drink for only the hearty man
with muscles of steel and petrified sand.
Forget the weak and feeble thirsters,
the thirsty workers and the sweaty sisters,
the haters of the cousins of the Lidmen
who fasten the caps with a thousand men.
Rise up thou men of unstrong muscles.
Revolt against the Lidmen of Brussels.
Don’t drink through the binding straps.
Curse the men who fastened the caps
and don’t drink at all for evermore.
This is part two to go with the poem Lidmen.
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