Weathered Wedding: The Empyrean Dust
It wasn't my intention to rebuild the world at large
But what else is there to do on a wet Sunday morning
For regular "Observer" readers, such an easy charge!
The world is being altered while you just lie there yawning
It isn't my position to retell the 'News at Ten'
To keep a dog and bark yourself is not judicious;
But if it yelps remorsefully, slinks out, down-tailed -what then?
You might as well just go and join a yak farm in Chile
It won't be my volition to save the world again
Despite my endless hours spent reading the "Observer";
Ham-sandwiches were never the same after 'nam
It killed the theory of them as a life-preserver.
It wouldn't be the first time I've crashlanded on the Moon
One small crash for man; not a quiver for mankind.
My preference for pork astounds my friends:
It's not so much the eating, it's what happens to the rind
You wouldn't be the first to say I'm talking balls;
It isn't my profession, but it helps
in my profession to dwell in marble halls
While drinking herbal tea and differentiating kelps
It's listening to your blah that really gets my goat.
It's approaching my nasal cavity with a view to getting up it
As far as hoary man could climb or even hairy hoat
It’s gone right past my uvula! Just stop it!
| Contributors: | P, TG, E Greejius, Grayman, H, DeeJayDave, The Agent Apsley, DeeJay Dave. |
| Poem finished: | 29th January 2000. |