The Eagle Fallen
Octopus, the raven-haired
Eagle, who had dared to soar
Over lakes of pudding deep,
Like Icarus, the fatal bird
Who heard the sun's tempestuous roar
And knew, too soon, the price of fish
Would cause a costly fishy itch,
For souls who shake the autumn air
Awoke, and with her waking breath
Denied the triumph of the night
And disappeared from sight.
Arbalest, the ever true
Dart, cranked to steel-spanned pitch
Blacker than the nightmare's heart
And spinning in the outer worlds
A fen-sucked youngish boy in curls,
Who knew the bottom of th'abyss
Would soon engulf the troubled fiends
A saucy troupe to moan and piss.
Misery, the cheerest soul
Oswald found the grassy knoll,
Where Ermintrude reclined
Awash in sun-drenched reverie
He blew the pressies head away.
The Kennedys are all but gone,
(Save ruddy Ted, the bloated lush!)
He's hid the rum beneath the bush!
He's driven hard to bridge the gap
We can't warn Mary Jo, perhaps...
| Contributors: | P, TG, Stacy, Anon., Bop, KD, jp. |
| Poem finished: | 28th May 1997. |