Whoever timely looks
I've eaten all the Urals
And my catheter's on fire
I'm sure you know the feeling and can fully sympathize
I've whitewashed all the murals
With the colour of desire
Where is the prize?
I'm munching through the Chilterns
With my teeth of burnished gold
I'm sure you have the wherewithal to speed me on my quest
To recite a line of Milton's
Full of flattery untold
Which would be best?
I'm grazing on the Andes
My golden teeth aflame,
I'm sure that there's a reason for my appetite for hills
To dignify the dandies
(If that's their rightful name)
and crush the lovely butterflies,
Until their beating stills
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG, Stacy. |
Poem finished: | 18th August 1997. |