I'm Washing Pyjamas for Lunatics
Drunken badgers and their TVs
Damage your eyesight and spread fleas
Into the garden and beyond
Evil clowns and witless poets
Are among the few who know it's
True that a fern can be your frond
Fragrant archers and their spouses
Tell the truth in public houses
About a meeting with a blonde
Garish frogs and jumped-up toads
Seldom contribute to odes
Unless they are about a pond
Howling dish-cloths in the sink
Shout out more sense than you might think
To those who wave a magic-wand
I may eight ken, but do not know
Where I am rightly from or go
Yet still I am a vagabond
Jugs of cream and flowing pitchers
Poured by Frauleins wearing britches
- I just don't know how to respond
Harrods hampers, bags of tenners
Meditating with the Zenners
Those mechanistic clouds of despond
Contributors: | Hamish, Fatty, Apsley, P, dkb, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 28th June 2001. |