Forget Neptune
Trumpets are green
Oboes are pink
The cymbals explode
What was in my drink?
What is this vibrant screen
And why does it shrink?
Does it implode?
Don't know what to think.
Your pupils are black
Vertical too
The students explode
Were they sniffing glue?
What does existence lack?
Why do I feel blue?
What is this load
I think I once knew.
We sit on the chair
One on each arm
The cushions explode
Why are you so calm?
What fragments adorn your hair?
Wherein lies your charm?
Write me an ode
Or even a psalm.
I lounge on my yacht
Five miles inland
The deck-hands explode
Was this all planned?
What lies behind the plot
- were you trepanned?
Reap what you sowed
Drink what you canned
Must this bloody thing rhyme?
Frankly, buddy, just give me a dime!
Contributors: | Apsley, dkb, fester, Roland, loaf, Lol. |
Poem finished: | 18th August 2001. |