Explode, My Foot!
Give me a piece of hoary old leather!
It'll keep my nose dry whatever the weather
And be bait for sharks when we're fishing together
Or serve as a seat when we're out in the heather
It'll bring quite a smile to the lips of the dentists
Supplying the needs of the hundred-per-cent-ists!
I like to walk in terrible weather
Sou'wester adorned with a peacock feather
Into the storm that Thebes surrounds
En epatant les bourgeois and snapping my tether
As only mice can that live on the ocean
With native aplomb. An implausible notion?
Hold back the storm, gather the heather!
Fighting the call from the world of the nether
Emboldens the weak and girds up the moonstruck
Slapping their sides as they ride hell-for-leather
Into the pond once conveyed to a green duck
A new house by the seaside complete with blue bunks
| Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, fester, madge, Apsley, E Greejius, Grayman, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd April 2000. |