Kylie, Dark Illusion
I unfolded my favourite handkerchief slowly
Until it filled the entire carriage
Its embroidery impressed none in one so lowly
I got no proposals of marriage.
I discovered a penchant for speaking in metre
Until it entrapped me in vices
It's true what they say, that forbidden fruit's sweeter
And tastes as if seasoned with spices
I exploded with rage at the change in the weather
Until it began to get cooler
It's very frustrating - can't get my head together
Now where did I put my medulla?
The guard was uncertain - what could it all mean?
Until it, at last, was apparent
That the serf in the second-last passionate scene
Was driving the other Maclaren.
Contributors: | Apsley, dkb, Beefy, TG. |
Poem finished: | 4th September 2001. |