Jesus pondering a delightful catachresis
Beneath the tea tree sits the gnome,
His idle mind a-swirl through channels deep
Digesting promises he cannot keep,
And wishing that he knew his home.
Around the tree stand seven stones
Each serves to hide a maiden sweet,
As silken blades caress their feet,
The fey maidens' dance grows less discreet.
High in the tree lurks the hag
Waiting to drop unwelcomed gifts,
Through thoughts of evil plots shs sifts
Whilst peeling turnips in a bag.
| Contributors: | Stacy, TG, The Agent Apsley, SR Koon, Kent, Josh. |
| Poem finished: | 2nd March 1998. |