Twenty-Three Costermonger High-Road
Two-ring circus, one horse town
In mountains grim and golden
First the summit, then the crown
Not unto us beholden
Touring Circe's wondrous isle
In charabancs of copper
First the steeple, then the style
Of Rudolf the wood-chopper
Turing's circuits, on or off
In rustic haunts ironic
First the rooftop, then the loft
At speeds quite supersonic
Turin circles, one has heard,
Are spun in zinc and nickel
First the lamppost, then the bird
The torrent, then the trickle ...
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, fester, Beefy, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 10th December 2001. |