Shakespearean Temptation
Fourteen tubes of toothpaste mark my grave
My death stinch is hidden with after shave
Twenty four razors mark the spot
Of my Sacred burial plot.
A hirsute flower, born to shave unseen
Displays the final courage of the bean
Sprouted mounds of mortal man
A flash in the pan, flash in the pan.
Twice a day I floss my brain
Trying not to feel the pain
I wonder where the time has gone
And what will come of me anon
Cloak offenses with cunning brow
Contemplate my love for thou
Tombstones hide between gray days
Fodder for Bill Shakespeare's plays
that feature no hyaena cubs
or little angels we call "Chubs"
Tiny waifs that dance on Spam
That jelly meatloaf made of ham
That jolly midlife crisis time
when one can find no words that rhyme
I guess that I will make do with
Vinegar pie and swarms of pith.
Finnegan's Wake and shoals of shark
Mighty tribes of fish that bark
Unencumbered by my knees
Not unlike a swarm of bees.
Not unlike these wasps on heat
bunyons burning on their feet
Pilgrims who progress unseen
Reputed to be somewhat mean
Secret popes in droves abound
Their braces dangling to the ground
Shine like diamonds in the sun
Looking for the purest nun
Gloating at the blindworm's grave
Grubs and inches corpses shave,
Clippings from a dreamy film
Until the daylight's sun is dim.
| Contributors: | Peter, Stacy, Brandt Miller, Gretta, TG, Jane&Peter, Flash, Becky, Blod, Gizzy, Gary, Roland, Barry, Erica Kane, Kevin, Martin Clare, Jane, Tara, Rasta. |
| Poem finished: | 10th December 1996. |