The Cherry Challenge
Woodworm! Spare that tray
from rotting furrows, tracks meandering
into the nightly ceremony of love,
Arthropod philandering,
This is the subtlest way.
Women! Spurn that tripe
Turn it back into the desert
Spooning the rank oasis of love
Lightning rod meandering
All through the weary day
Sybil! In your pot you boil
Workaday trouble toil,
In the weekly ceremony of soap
It's the headiest kind of dope.
Lunar virgin! With your bowstring strung
Blithely hunting songs unsung
Roland will undo it all,
Charlemagne will rue it all.
Sad conquering! In gain you yield
The secrets that lay long concealed
Hidden deep within the midst,
Deep within the deeds thou didst
Taste the brackish nector filled,
The palimpsest of quote unquilled
The emptiest of cups unfilled,
Pleasures unknown are spilled.
| Contributors: | Roland, Lucretia, Stacy, Bop, P, Loaf, Robyne. |
| Poem finished: | 8th February 1997. |