Captain Scott's Implosion
At dawn we slew another pig
(A kind of killing infra dig)
The loss of blood is really big
But none of us could give a fig
At Delphi we removed the spleen
Of actor David Carradine
Who'd lately graced the silver screen
In what? We couldn't give a bean
At dinner, father sliced the beef
(Really roast loin of Lee Van Cleef)
For, of viands, he was the thief
But always left the lettuce leaf
At bottom, time is water:
Drowning is a kind of slaughter
For the thin who're getting shorter
Strangled with my old aorta.
At the moment, my knife's ripping
Through Hugh Grant's chest, and I'm gripping
On a piece of Brecht, and dripping
Like a Cox's Orange Pippin
Contributors: | P, Apsley, fatty, fester, Roland, Grayman, Fatty, Fattyt. |
Poem finished: | 27th February 2001. |