The Warped Toboggan (Auden Medal Awarded Posthumouly)
In the burrows of the Nightmare
Furthest from the waning sun
Furthest from the throbbing pillow
Sat a crouching, praying nun.
In that enigmatic posture
Vaguely her life leaks away
Vaguely, as a cheap marshmallow
Held too closely to the flame
In our wildest estimation
Seldom do we judge aright
When the lowly praying mantis
Doth inflame our appetite
In another twenty seconds
Measured by a broken clock
Night must fall and doom shall follow
All bad writers, to the block
In the dusty, leaf-filled passage
Sprawling down the unkempt page
Sepia ink and paper yellow
Both our latent thirst assuage
In a vain attempt at succour
Plucked from Leisure's idle fingers
Half the burghers of Atlantis
In white-washed bars sadly lingers
| Contributors: | fester, P, Roland, Apsley, dkb. |
| Poem finished: | 5th October 2001. |