Remember My Helicopter?
Never in the history of this our Mother Earth
Has a thing so utter brazen e'er been seen
Or been by human brought unto a birth
I want an ice cream
I demand that all should know my worth
And recognize the visions that I've all too swiftly seen
Or been the source of sundry ribald mirth
I need a solar beam
Never in our history has there been such a dearth
Of the creative urge we call the muse
Or an absence of live matter in the briny Firth
because of the toxics we all use
balk if you will, but listen still
And hearken to the wisdom of the ones who time peruse
Then sleep, perhaps awake you will, to the lowly tune of the watermill
That grinds beneath the ooze
Never in my history have I betrayed a goose
To those who'd force its liver through a sieve
Or make it run grotesquely so fast and loose
A crime that no man can forgive
Yet with this deed, we are forced to live
In darkness thick and sticky like a cake
of this, what are we to make?
And,
Yet, despite it's gruesome taste, I much prefer it, to halfbaked hake
Never in the future will this happen again
I've poured the purri down the drain
Where it will mingle with the rain
And hopefully leave no stain
...on the cosmic brain
Yet one thing's plain
The rain in Spain goes mainly down the drain.
Contributors: | TG, Grayman, The Agent Apsley, bob, Becca, R.Gilknip, Robert Deslauriers, linda fourroux, Anon., R.Giknip, nomi. |
Poem finished: | 17th June 1999. |