Gloucestershire My Undiscovered Child
His elbow never faltered
And so his course was set
Until his fate was altered
By that jet
The one he met
His gristle, disppointed
By lack of Irish peat
And pickle, re-annointed
Both left feet
Quite incomplete
His scapula was shattered
His sternum lay in shards
But really, all that mattered
Were the bard's
Old Christmas-cards
His eyeball held its purpose
Its jelly, far from vile
With its smooth and yielding surface
And its guile
oozed all the while
His nostril, resurrected
Returned him to his course
But all his limbs, dissected
By the force
Caused his divorce
| Contributors: | Roland, TG, P. |
| Poem finished: | 15th August 1997. |