Gratia nobis fructus agimus benedicte nisi veniam purpuriens
Spry raindrops against a beercan tinkle
Kerbside audio-visual art
That when in the rusty sink'll
Grow two heads and smell like a tart
Damp leaves and old carpet
Slippers warming at the hearth
Oysters, frying in the car, get
No nearer to the tenfold path
Bucolic grassy vistas rise
As monliths before my eyes
The apes are loth to sympathise
With all the visions I devise
Whimsy, never seeking meaning
From the spiders in the porch,
Adds its voice to distant keening
To find the one it will debauch
Small birds chirping in the trees
Send a message to our friends
Whilst sundry random squads of fleas
Bemoan a task that never ends
Lightning flickers over yonder
Where the nascent thunder grows
Hear the roar of a clapped out Honda
Getting up the parson's nose
Hear the breathing of a snowdrop
While the organ pumps a blast
On the mighty note of C sharp
Recall again the ancient past
Join the old el paso party
Be called a frump when you're ever so tarty
Contributors: | MRQ, Grayman, Apsley, Looby, Beefy, TG, Anon., Yoxi, Anna, Karen W, bill. |
Poem finished: | 3rd September 2000. |