Territorial Seas Revisited
No, Man IS an island
- off the coast of Surinam
Suave, in his rented paternity suit
Off the boat and on by tram
Woman is an ocean
Permanently wavy
Stinks, in her rancid maternity dress
Off the shelf, reeking of gravy.
Continent we may be
On the shelf, I dare not say
Stuck with our rusting eternity rings
As the night becomes the day
| Contributors: | Anon., P, Roland, TG, Bop. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd March 1997. |