Of Struggling Poets and Pious Days
A ghastly mismeasure of woman,
of tinsel and talcum and tea
I gave her the gift I'd been saving
For someone from Bexhill-on-Sea
In time for my daughter's next birthday
Nor taffeta, teabags or twine
Shall aid us with our celebration
Add comfrey for thoughts most sublime.
For such are the garments of folly
For such is the birthright of all
The sermon, the surf and the sawdust
Are all a great part of the fall.
Contributors: | Stacy, Roland, TG, P, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 14th December 1997. |