Hectoring tripe
Enough of your brutal evasions!
Evading the brute is enough
Ebulliently bruising while silently choosing
To joust with the Billy-goats gruff
And forthrightly choosing to simper
With simply symmetrical lip
Lip-synching verses while stifling curses
And lashing oneself with a whip
Begone, with your scurvy effusions
If fusion is all you desire
Decibels pounding all passion surrounding
Tied up with electrical wire
And finally chewing the charmer
While charming the tutor divine
Surfing an ocean of anodyne lotion
Or wading, waist-deep, in red wine
But now for my greatest achievement
Each evening, in formal attire
I sit on the stairs and mumble my prayers
In the gloom of a derelict spire
Enough of this solemn devotion
Let's end with a caustic aside:
He who prays kneeling is never appealing
And will always be shunned by the bride!
| Contributors: | Roland, Boppo, TG, Nanny-goat lot (not!), P, Kevin, Martin and Nicholas, Peter. |
| Poem finished: | 16th December 1996. |