Bunuel, Masterly Engineer
I skipped among the parsley beds
With little though of sleep
I weaved my way among the sheds
As though I was a sheep
And though it seemed a little odd
I felt quite sure that I was God
I dived into the coral pool
(I couldn't tell you why)
& in the water, deep and cool
I found that I was dry
And though it seemed a tad bizarre
I barely even said, 'Aha!'
I riffled through unopened mail
And little thought to find
A lizard, let alone a snail
Or slug of any kind
And though it seemed the post was late
I knew that I had found a mate
I climbed the half-transparent stairs
In half-translucent spats
And caught, completely unawares
A glimpse of nine young cats
And though the litter mewled at me
My absence proved no remedy
I wondered only if the crowd
So sober and serene
So footsore, and so strangely proud
Was choked with Plasticene
And though it seemed a trifle weird
I vowed to grow a lengthy beard
Thus parsley, coral, spectral flights
Seem somehow slightly strange
Yet, when the world is set to rights
We'll need to make a change
For though it seems that nothing's new
The visionaries are all too few
Contributors: | Bwp, P, TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 18th November 1999. |