Nine Beatles Glimpsing Salvation
There was, perhaps, a waving arm,
The light was tricky, fading into dusk
When all at one I felt a tusk
And wondered: Would it cause me harm?
And so I pondered, as one does,
Why the pedestrian plaint, "Just Because"!
Incarnadine hail did unrequitedly harm
My suit of tacky Illyrian musk;
Again I glimpsed the waving arm,
Perhaps upheld a fading rusk,
While running back to save my burnt barn!
Red-stained Druids turned off- white by my charms
you are so nice to me
although you always leave me for the sea!
And I, betimes, do visit all my farms
And so I wander, as one might
"What miscreant would ever give me harm?"
Clouds of treacle blocked by upward climb
with unshaven hordes of bi-cameral angels
And also artists favouring the skill of mime
While the General looks for a new manger
and palm fronds greet the sky.
Alas, the albatross never knows why!
Locked in painful unthinking of an ancient curse
Or muttering in the torrents of the sea
where the homeless refugees will all be finding it worse!
But meanwhile we have currents in our tea
Now the Dragon comes to stick us all on spikes
Like Vlad the impaler but not as nice,
And he sends all on these painful hikes!
How all of this beats dining on lice!
How it beats signing one's name on rice!
The happy monsters all rejoiced at the end of time
As they boarded their shiny and new salvation ark
While they helpless watched it crash into a wall of slime!
And cried with one voice "Bugger this for a lark!"
Plus the orioles did meantion it with an extreme shine
There was, no doubt, a waving arm
The light was hazy, shading into mist
The Warrior was carried, gently, into the cairn
And laid to rest with pistols as he hissed
And the Spinster sighed, looking at her ruined barn
| Contributors: | Stacy, TG, The Agent Apsley, JP, Anon., The Rat, The Warrior, casper, Ed, Daystar's Son, Guido, Tron. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd June 1998. |