Businessmen Halting Overhead
Give me some glue in pot coloured blue
Send me some soda and tape
Tie Auntie Mabel and brush out the flue
Let all her suitors escape
From the gloom of their lives into a vat of hot soup
While her Polish nephews attempt to jump through the hoop
Tie down the hatch and put out the light
Send me some Saudi meringue
Strap Auntine Susan and fasten her tight
Let all her suitors go hang
Up on the chimney where pixies lament and Latvia wails
And Estonian neices all plummet to founder in pails
Mine is the finger that points as the king
Jams vaseline in his ear
But does not recover the length of fine string
That lets all his suitors appear
In hideous costumes derived from the Greek
That cousins from Antarctica can't seem to speak
Bite on the bullet and chew off your leg
Jammed in the old Hansom-Cab
Drink down the whiskey bequeathed by old Meg
To the Ishmaelitic Ahab
Stride up the street in a bright green waist-band
And banish our Mesopotamian uncles from this land
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 7th May 2000. |