Stravinksy in Sidcup: Untimely Minuet
If saints are souls with greater spirit
Let's hope they will the earth inherit,
Failing that, three sacks of loam
Made from disused packing foam
Should be enough to house my ferret
In the land where rodents roam
If angels love with much more loving
They will not tend to like some shoving
But who will crave what angels shun?
What masochist will be the one
To send the shiny steel-capped glove in
And say that this is so much fun?
If abbots eat far too much cheese
They don't emit a pleasant breeze
And go to sleep off, in a tree,
Their greedy repast, windily,
But squirrels can spread vile disease
To one's lovely family
If priests are men, but not so sinful
They well deserve a handsome windfall
Plucked by cherubs from the branches
They calculate each horse's chances
Of snatching up a mighty chinful
But still pray to St Francis
Contributors: | P, Apsley, Roland, TG, hamish, Fatty, Anon., ApsleyJr. |
Poem finished: | 24th May 2001. |