Doglike Doings
I remember Folkestone in December
Glimpsed from my balloon above the clouds
Floating in such bright and sunny weather
Mummified in winding-sheets and shrouds
The town grew larger as we descended
Where elderly townsfolk gathered in crowds
Not knowing death would come out of the clouds...
I remember, dimly, how it ended
And those poor pensioners we sadly crushed
When the airborne morgue, abruptly punctured
My membranous tentacles, wholly mushed
The howl grew louder as we cascaded
And against all laws offended
Not knowing life would so swiftly be faded
I remember Calais in the cellar
Glimpsed when I went swimming in the well
Afloat on the dreams of a seller
And drowning in the waterworks of Hell
Like as many dead catfish, upended
Filleted, canned - sold off pell-mell;
Not knowing anything could be so splendid!
I remember, strangely, that I lingered
Like a haddock with a limp
Some halibut of yore, long since unfingered
By the hand of Colonel Blimp:
The cod grew moister, marinaded
By the geese, who preen and primp
By stark usurping swans unserenaded.
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Anon., madge, Apsley, E Greejius. |
Poem finished: | 29th March 2000. |