Minuet In G Minor
In the mountains of Tibet,
(Though I haven't been there yet)
An oboe and a clarinet
Are sounded night and day.
In the forests of Nepal
(If there's any there at all)
A 1969 Vauxhall
Is stranded by the way.
These two things are all I know
(Save that Ignorance is best).
In my bliss I'll fight the foe
Who has risen in the West.
The West! Those fabled storm-rent shores,
Peopled by ageing witless bores
Such as those behind these doors,
Within these strong immures.
The West! Those storied sable steeps,
Peopled by ageing witless creeps
That wallow in the timeless deeps
Devoid of sinecures.
Thus let me rest in solitude
Without that hussy Ermintrude
And pass away my days in peace
And play the piano without cease.
©1973, 1999 The Rat Fathom Poets
Edited by Peter Christian
November 07 2009.