Harry In The Blue Toast-Rack
Hail! Hale-Bopp and roll upon your starry roundelay
For Bop is hale and hearty and wants to stay that way
Although our nets lie ready
And our weapon's aim is steady
You've eluded every trap that we have set since Saturday
Ouch! I've trodden on a mound of quite ferocious ants
For Antony is evergreen, despite his crimson pants
And although the taxi's waiting
And the driver's hesitating
It will surely not be long before we hear the ambulance
The sands of time will peter out and leave us all to die
Yet heavenly detritus goes on spinning through the sky
And although the sky is murky
And it's time to carve the turkey
Our combing of the beaches has left us high and dry
We'll roll and rock our way along the comet's gassy trail
For Roland can be passionate, although his pelt is pale
And although we're quite mendacious
As to appetites rapacious
It wouldn't be a lie to say our favourite food is snail
Farewell, Hale-Bopp, as ever south you wend your ordained path
I trust you won't object at all if I now have a bath
Or a meteoric shower
For I need one every hour
If only to discover who has hidden in the hearth
Contributors: | TG, Bop, Roland, P, The same. |
Poem finished: | 26th April 1997. |