The Furnishing Witches, or Lucy's Festive Wager
Wit of pig and limb of bat
Eye of crow stirred into a vat
Build yourself a plutocrat!
Rubber fantasy churns the gut
Proudly through the night I strut
Tracking down my Robo-slut!
Poking hormones through the slot
Trampling in the fairy grot
Singing memories I forgot
Catch yourself an ocelot!
My name is good king Lancelot
Now let's move to a new bit of plot.
Womb of dredger, gut of tug
Liberal giving tree a hug
Bitten by a spindly bug
Labour in intensive care
Liberate the frozen fair
Poison those who breathe the air
Wrench me off a snowman's wheel!
Winter solstice lemon peel
Hear those witty piglets squeal!
Wit of pig and limb of bat
Stir them well within the vat
... one perfected plutocrat!
| Contributors: | TG, Stacy, Roland, S.A.A., Peter, John D., S.A., Jane, P, stacy. |
| Poem finished: | 24th December 1996. |