Homer, Art Thou Heat and Lightness?
Before the dawn, the darkest hour
When no-one much takes photos
Savve those who come from Kyoto's
darkest tower
Was riven by a lightning flash
Before our hopeless mercy dash
To find a source of untold cash
When much is in the balance
Takes several diverse talents
And panache
Much more than I could claim to own
Despite my glimmering mobile 'phone
From working man to hapless drone
of appetite Plebeian
The task is Herculean
And I groan
For while I chase my futile goal
The polymaths have reached the Pole
Before I stake my living soul
In some ersatz casino
I'll seek out the albino
Humming-mole
And tell him where I hid the loot
That punctured my old parachute
And then I'll don my living suit
And sacrifice my dinner
To all the poor of Pinner
For a hoot
And as my story fades to grey
I will gently slink away.
Contributors: | TG, Roland, P. |
Poem finished: | 18th March 1998. |