Blow-torch Conquests
Neither of the archetypes was very much in vogue
as she peeled the blue veneer from Heinrich's chest
And the Finnish archeologist was something of a rogue
who delighted in the dives of Budapest
Slowly peeling oranges with one too many knives
Hallucinating tetrahedra underneath the bed
The Finnish archaeopteryx halloo'd his rubber wives
And awaited new developments with undiminished dread.
Silently the Minotaur was whitewashing the maze
Expecting any minute to be taken by surprise
The finny shark apologised, and set his lair ablaze
and peed a red stinging urine, unphased.
Echoes filled each orifice as Acheron uncoiled
Echoes filled each orifice as Acheron uncoiled
the silver tongued serpent unspoiled
The bicycle-biter unoiled.
spoke the silver Acheron words and toiled
Pumped the ocean, parched and boiled
Dry as an economist's cat
Or that Stone-age meringue in my hat
| Contributors: | Bwp, Roland, P, Anon., Pyrex, Stoochi, Stacy, Lubbidge. |
| Poem finished: | 12th November 1996. |