What if the Princess Can Seem Sentient Without Dissembling?
Cardboard
The very word inflames my ailing senses
Corrugation!
The very concept fills my heart with awe
My defences
My flaw
Lock-jaw
I never knew until I'd read the papers
Circulation!
I never guessed they'd stoop so vilely low
But their sense is
Too raw
Forceps
The only time I've ever eaten beef
Mastication!
Not a fitting use for teeth
Let the dentist
Make war.
Tightrope
Enough to knit my safety-net anew
Perturbation!
No more moist or sober nights
Amanuensis
Pershore
Cut-throat
My cousin sits, indifferent to the clippings
Peroration!
Not the nicest way to write
Of mending fences
Young whore!
Killjoy!
Your sodden blanket clinging to my loins!
Perspiration!
Half the night spent in the bath
For twenty pence is
A bore!
Contributors: | P, TG, Roland, Bop. |
Poem finished: | 15th September 1997. |