Clustering (Algorithm Played on a Gumby)
Between the barns, half-buried
Lies a razor quite unserrried
And an hypnotist's apologetic leg
Said the fisher to the spider,
As he ate the latter's head
A hamlet's Hamlet hurried,
Lies erase a Quaker, worried
and an answer to an apolostolic prayer.
Said the sailor to the fishwife
As they tumbled out of bed
Around his bum the bumbler scurried
Lice are asymmetric, curried
Yet sauteed they look quite very much the same,
Said the mercer to the salesman
As they both refused their bread.
A setee sat,sincerely
sofa so good, not merely
Yet a mattress might be cozy on a whim,
Said the cyborg to his shadow
As he toasted home decor.
Atop the barn, a-tremble
Sat carmudgeons unscathed,
With a rubber pen, half bathed
Said the jester to the priest,
Are you quick or are you dead?
| Contributors: | Roland, The Agent Apsley, Stacy, P, Kent, Loaf, TG, Carl Wonzmann. |
| Poem finished: | 28th November 1997. |