My Gallic Endorsements
"I wonder, mused the conqueror, "why lemons seldom sing"
Why turnips hardly turn up and tellie's seldom ring,
Why parsnips know no grammar, and radios have wires
Why all the most compelling tales are told by knaves and liars
His subjects stared, bewildered: no answers came to mind
The carrots thought "To humour him, would be so very kind".
The root of all this kindness was a quite perplexing plot
To restrain the nascent rising with a labyrinthine knot
The Mangel-Wurzel opined "Here's a fine to-do"
If we cannot give him answers, the day we'll surely rue
And all through the allotment came endorsements thick and fast
Wear our shoes we'll pay you well,
And depart here at a trot.
They trotted off to Waterloo
To vandalise a Portaloo
| Contributors: | TG, Stacy, Roland, KD, P, R. Majid, Anon.. |
| Poem finished: | 25th March 1997. |