Cement Listlessly Poured Upon An Impostor
When Thoth was King of Bermondsey
And Buddleia was Queen
The hoi polloi were often heard to cry:
More Plasticene!
When Thoth was King of Bermondsey
And Bathyscaph was boss
The underpants were often hung to dry
(Who gives a toss?)
When Thoth was King of Bermondsey
And poverty was rife
The fishcakes were often hard to fry
With spoon and knife
When Thoth (kicked out of Bermondsey)
Was cast in plaster mould
None did dare to sanctify a lie
- none was so bold
When Thoth returned to Bermondsey
With vigour and with vim
They scorned each simulacrum of the sky
Why? Don't ask HIM ....
When Thoth expired, all Bermondsey
Was decked in bunting gay
The Loony Left blew monarchy sky-high
Without delay
| Contributors: | Roland, KT, TG, P, E Greejius, (trad), The Agent Apsley, Elizabeth. |
| Poem finished: | 18th January 2000. |