Polemic Polarity
Hamstrung by a woollen noose
Egged on by a swollen goose
Henrietta, my pet moose
Is dying
To set evil hamsters loose
Is futile; tell me, what's the use
Of permitting such abuse
And crying?
Gloomy Hamlet drinks his juice
Slowly shades from pink to puce
Voicing many thoughts abstruse
Expiring
When the hamper's lid falls shut
On the mummy of King Tut
Can we ever then rebut
Our scrying?
Showing us the future's state
O clairvoyants! Why not wait?
Why not think to hesitate?
Time's flying!
Put away your funny hats
They don't suit you, little bats,
Neither do those shiny spats -
So trying!
Contributors: | Roland, dkb, Hamish, Apsley, Grayman, fester. |
Poem finished: | 18th May 2000. |