Stale Toffees Know Nothing
His feet are larger than the sea
In which he stands, marooned
And yet, this irks him not, for he
Sings quieter than the deaf man's dream
By Trappist Choirs crooned
- A song to passing bream
His brow is smoother than the sun
At which he gapes, perplexed
And yet. whenas he turns to run
Bedazzled by his own distress
He finds himself quite vexed
Despite his waywardness
His mother knew he'd be the one
To tame her wrath, perhaps
Yet when the penance all is done
His caustic mocking supervenes
His ignorance of maps
And illustrated scenes
His time is short, he surely knows
No remedy; he tries
Yet harder to unpick his toes
As devilment ensues
No time to zip his flies
Nor read The Evening News
Too late! Too late! He tries to flee
His footsteps; he mistakes
A doorway for the open sea
A stairwell for the sky
And hurriedly applies the brakes
While wheeling seagulls cry
| Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 21st November 1998. |