Voluntary Pith
Barquentine of Arkansas, the dismal oaf here,
Accompanied by labyrinthine sins
Has never known the meaning of the word "commandeer"
Which the blind tattooist scribbled on his shins
Yet are not we - Oddsfackins! - likewise marred,
(Accosted by ebullient distress)
Who can be tainted, branded, stigmatized or scarred
Or fed cankers and put to rest.
Sulky little strumpet in a sweat-soaked sundress
Petrified by solipsistic fear
While the skin bedauber gropes for sipid ingress
And the necromancer remonstrates for beer.
Fly Lords bring their swarthy, black gifts
While your naked ninnies lick their silent paws
Time-lords rip their raspberry red shifts
Eating flesh and fear the worthy cause
Snotty little cousins in a long-lost spaceship
Came along and ruined this poem
With a fatuous remark about a timely facelift
Zipping through the portals unharmed.
Elementary penguins in a clapped-out cornfield
Elementary penguins in a clapped-out cornfield
coo-coo -ka-chube
Barquentine, drum bun!
| Contributors: | Roland, Peter, Bwp, Walter Blenkiron-Koprasso, Loaf, Carl Wonzmann, peter, The Agent, Apsley, Stacy Alexander, Kent Alexander, Anastasia, Stacy, Starla. |
| Poem finished: | 1st July 1996. |