by Nick Gisburne
What lurks inside Pandora’s other box?
The one she didn’t open (she forgot)
Releasing every punishment and pox
She had some things to think about. A lot
The second box just can’t be any worse
I’m sure that all the evil must be gone
Perhaps I’ll find the cure to every curse
I have to take the chance and carry on
Excited is an all-too-timid word
I’m buzzing like the biggest-ever bee
But now the sound of silence can be heard
At last, with bated breath, I turn the key
Pandora’s greatest torment fills the box
A plague of dirty underpants and socks
