Palfreyman In Switzerland
Doubled up with laughter, trebled up with woe
Stubbing out a cigarette, and putting out my toe
Merry dislocation, one can not help but laugh
But laughter turns to anguish as we start the second half
When the butler ferrets, and the housemaid squeals
About broken households, and second-hand meals
Then the heat is searing, and the cold intense,
And the postman tries not breathing for the merest kind of laugh,
Ringing at the doorbell, knocking at the gate
With the vigour of a visitor who fears he's come too late
For the festival of hanging and slitting ear to ear
A feast of niggard carnage
From the King of sockly-darnage
Will wail about the violence in tones too low to hear
Save through the trumpet called Bellacquaphone
A contraption about which not very much is really known
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Grayman, Beefy, donny, P, Vid, TG, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 16th February 2001. |