Blemishes
I never saw a clean sweep
Like the one that Nigel had,
"Keep the man Barnes out of this,", cried the whortleberry
As it lunged footloose into the old elderberry
A tall, dark stranger nears us as we wait in fascination.
For the incoming train of our serried factification
| Contributors: | Roland, Stacy, sigg, The Agent Apsley, best boy. |
| Poem finished: | 11th February 1999. |