Stanley Knife, Solid Flesh
Alone
The Walrus quaked
No groan
No pudding baked
By megaphone
Unslaked
Align
These beetroots bold
No sign
To school or scold
The serpentine
Of old
A lane
Untrodden quite
No chain
No anthracite
An aeroplane
Polite
A loon
Of aspect grim
No moon
To dowse or dim
A macaroon
For him
| Contributors: | Apsley, PeterWRC, Beefy, P, Roland, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 12th December 2001. |