Very East Nineveh
By dint of subtle mime
And wild gesticulation
We waste each other's time
While waiting at the station
First I flap my hands
Then I swell my glands
And if that weren't quite enough
The Stationmaster's in the buff
So when a train appears
It's sure to end in tears
Though it may go on for years
Placating no-one's fears
Once the tracks were silent
And Giants stalked the lands
Their overthrow, though violent
, Made poppies out of sands
First they waved their heads
Before they threw themselfs to their deaths,
On the tracks
Now 'tis brains they lacks...
like mindless clacking hooves of swayback'd hacks
And hacks is what we be, in spades
And the med car comes to others aids.
Contributors: | Roland, P, Bop, The Agent Apsley, Rippy, Shen, Loaf, Dove, TG, The poet, dano, Ripski, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 25th January 1999. |