For My Bunny Rabbit
'Give me back my arquebus!', cried Randolph Great the Third
Lest I should take measures bold and stern
The thought that I would injure you is really quite absurd
Although your paintings readily I'll burn
I love my little arquebus and would not see it nicked
Nor picked apart by any passing bird
So from this theme all hint of grace we readily evict
As mockery is readily inferred
'Render me my palindrome!' shrieked Ludolph Bold the Fourth
I wish to try and read from right to left
And then to catch the butterflies that flitter in the North:
Although my net lacks something in the weft
I like a little palindrome upon my waking hour
I'm sour if I miss it going forth
And when the lepidoptera alight upon the flower
I'm apt to cry "My Kingdom for a morth!"
Someone find my astrolabe! moaned Randolph Great the fifth
Who wanted but to aim it at the sun;
Later,blinded he got very drunk
And passed out in the lift
The sort of thing that haps to everyone
When mind becomes adrift
A little astrolabe is fine
A fact that owes its provenance to Gandalf number Nine
'Relish not my astronaut' yelled Hubert Bright the Bold
He's really not as tall as he might seem
Though I think it very likely that he is twice as old
(Expensive surgeons barely leave a seam)
I'd like to see his footprints on the dust of distant moons
Or other places where I seldom go
Across the trail of marvellous baboons
That dance and frolic in the virgin snow
Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, Grayman, TG, nomi, LYNN, p. |
Poem finished: | 6th August 1999. |