Pontifex Caught Under Bridges
Though drowning in the vat, I can
Pontificate as well as e'er I could
The Po, perchance, has not been crossed in vain
In vengeance now it floods the plain
Aye, there's the Rubicon ...
To cap it all, in Washington
The Ovaltine is off
The Po, to Mac, is not what once he knew
The Pentagram is gone, but who
Is left to soldier on?
In Paris, in a turd I fell
Before I went in Seine
The popery smelt sweeter for the sin
And left the bank quite drunk on gin
The ruin of Mammon
| Contributors: | Roland, P, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 31st January 2000. |