Her Northampton Boudoir
Bengeo is just the place to start a bitter feud
Pitting, 'gainst the Cormorant, the Crab
For, in this way, the sparring is exactly what ensued,
When labradors were first bred in the lab
And undertook their canine tasks with diligence and zeal
They, so genteel.
The mastiff is a noble beast, with feathers and a plume;
Latterly, his dignity betrayed
By Hector the Usurper and his retrospective broom
Whose sweeping changes were not lightly made
But circumscribed the very acts of men
Down in the Fen
'The solstice is a merry time to have a glass of beer',
Ethelred proclaimed across the mire
Whilst surveying, then, some pictish huts, which glistened almost clear
The better to attract the roving buyer
From Great Dunmow or Glasgow north (or south)
By word of mouth
In tragedy, we find the fruit whose marrow doth us please
Comedy reserves a wilder tune
That's played upon the piccolo of Time, or else the lute,
Or else athwart the whimsical bassoon
That splutters into life with headstrong glee
As you may see
At Christmastide, we kiss the goose and feather our own bed
Tyranny deserves a lamer theme
As strummed upon the mandolin that's buried with the dead
And resonates throughout a troubled dream
As echoes of the past that never was
Doomed by 'Because'
For 'tis the word that wakes the dead and suffocates the quick
Pitting, 'gainst the walrus, the dugong
Than which there is no other beast that doth so snicker-snick
Enveloping its victims in a song
Crooned by Sinatra
The barterer
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 9th January 2001. |