Apsley's Painful Direction
Arabella Spommit and her shapely cousins three
Kept lesser spotted woodpeckers as pets and fed them Brie.
But circumstances caused a change to Philadelphia Lite
And a consequential rift in the domestic lute (tee-hee!)
Lubricia the optician was a thrifty ne'er-do-well
She never ever cleaned (until she couldn't stand the smell)
Which led her to the slaughter as a lamb that knew no good
And caused no little trouble for the Viking god of Hell
Aloysius Abercrombie and his band of merry men
Were bent upon the noble art of paper upon pen
But origam-calligraphy was clearly not the thing
As every time they tried, the biro snapped in half again
An ancient condominium's the dominion of the free
As long as it stands guarded by a single hawthorn tree
In which a rook is roosting with a rusty wooden leg
It's safe to go inside and burn another log for tea
Arabella Spommit and her shapely cousins three
Were lunatic as anything, as anyone could see.
She sold them to a hypnotist for him to vent his lust:
Now she devotes her whole endeavours to the love of me.
| Contributors: | P, E Greejius, Grayman, The Agent Apsley, TG, KT, j. |
| Poem finished: | 29th February 2000. |