Whose Other Stomach?
Underneath my Mother Tongue
In my larynx or among
Alveoli, moist and pink
A parasitic bobolink
Sings in accents yet unsung
Within my mouth it's made a nest
But history won't do the rest;
There is a tide in men's affairs
When fools rush in with old craft fairs
And every host usurps his guest
Hiding there behind my teeth
(Not on top but underneath)
It feasts on verbs and nouns
Prepositions and pronouns
'by' and 'he' (not 'Keith')
It is the very acme of lyric
(Euphonic, not Skeltonic)
Underneath young Father Time
Grows a piece of rotting lime
| Contributors: | Roland, P, Grayman, Apsley, trad, TG, Kt, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd April 2000. |