Sunday, We Confess
A monstrous sneeze assails the ears
And eyes of Kubla Kahn
It shakes the leaves clean off the trees
And billows through the barn
The Khan awakes, he springs alert
And, vaulting from the shelf
He grabs a brand new tie and shirt
But cannot dress himself
He screams to summon serving-maids
But answer comes there none
And, as the final echo fades
He ties his hair in fitful braids
In homage to the Sun
A monstrous sigh escapes the breast
Of Huckleberry Finn
It seems he's failed another test
And lost a strip of skin
He lumbers slowly through the yard
And skirts the silage pit
He finds the going rather hard
And feels the benefit
Of all the exercise with Jim
And other nasty folk
And so, upon a sudden whim,
He sees his chance to choke
So much the worse for him!
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, P, trad. |
| Poem finished: | 11th January 2001. |