Our Northern Weeds Notwithstanding
Outside the gates of Swindon
The heroes of the Kingdom
Interlocked in combat gear
Battle for a wombat's ear
Made by the living dead
The Wiltshire ghouls and vampires
Lit a hundred camp-fires
Immolating rust and stone
Burning surplus dust and bones
On which their kin have fed
Such is the wisdom of the East
As it's told by Wildebeest
Who whisper truths from sire to son
And tell their strange desires to nuns
Who seldom stay unwed
The greater wisdom of the West
From Old Bengal to Budapest
Is spurned by son and sire alike
And single nuns who hire a bike
Instead of an old shed
| Contributors: | Apsley, fester, Roland, Fatty, P, dkb. |
| Poem finished: | 1st October 2001. |