Dustbins Spilt Diamonds
Brighter than the cabbages
That Uncle Irwin grew
Were Aunt Ismelda's glowing eyes
When porridge served as stew
When courage served the kittiwake
With portions full and ripe
To partridge slim and burly thrush
Descended, then, some tripe
| Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
| Poem finished: | 25th November 2000. |