The Lilliputan Comb
"'Inertia'? What a charming name!"
The startled midwife shrieked
To each new mother in the ward
a-gorging at the smorgasbord
The smorgasbord at last had gone
To face its Appalachian Spring
To each new warder flew a moth
Above the Appalachian Froth
Preternatural? Not a chance!
With five electrodes in each scalp
To each new order bows the mob
And only costs a couple o' bob
Mr Gascoigne, round and flat
Was terrorized by lemmings;
They swarmed across his sleeping throat
And sewed their skins into a coat.
"'Entropy'? You'll rue the day!"
The midwife wailed aloud
"Your perfect teeth will turn to dust
If you betray our wanderlust!"
"'Geography?' I've never heard
It spelt that way before:
However svelte, it's fat behind
Now we are out of sight and mind
"Momentum?" It is far too late
To rebaptise our kin
And far too late to start again
Without a new, and larger, brain.
| Contributors: | Roland, Jane, Peter, Anon., TG, Mick, John D., Carl Wonzmann, giles, P. |
| Poem finished: | 27th December 1996. |