Earthly Salutes
Perhaps it was just that the Fates took a hand
When she ordered a pizza that day
Who could have foreseen that a colliery band
Would take part in a grievous affray?
The ponderous moped that mounted the kerb
With a will of its own, made of steel,
Was hauntingly evil (or so read the blurb)
And it lacked any kind of appeal
Lachesis hates anchovies, so it is told
For they give him a fright in the night
And pineapples make all his digits feel cold
With a strange deep suspicion of light
But Clotho's addicted to bass drum and brass
In a way that all wizards avoid
For it lacks all the trappings of breeding and class
That the cousins of Caesar enjoyed
So Atropos cut me a slice, (rather small)
Which happens to taste as the wind,
And the band kept in tune as they started to brawl
With the faeces the porter had binned
Contributors: | TG, Aa, Beefy, Apsley, Grayman, Roland, ellie. |
Poem finished: | 27th September 2000. |