Sickening Ogresses Devour Octameters
Twice, beneath a battered moon
Circling bats my arbiters
Jurymen of jet platoon
Making sense where none cohered
Thrice, without perimeters
Pent in elliptic hyperspace
Scissors sharpened scimitars
Eating jams that Russians feared
Once, beyond the bounds of sense
That means to planners what they will,
Reason, through a void immense
Swimming on a sleeping pill,
Never, 'til Poseidon drowns
In a vat of molten zinc,
Cating our immortal crowns
With undue haste, because we think
Always, with reluctant eye
Lest ravens peck or geese should bark,
Or God should tumble from the sky
As He were frightened of the dark
| Contributors: | Roland, E Greejius, Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 31st March 2000. |