Other Presentiments of Scoutmasters from Bothnia
Remembering his empty purse
Whence all but gold had fled
He quite forgot to reimburse
The buyer of his head
He borrowed money from the poor
He sold his birthright on a whim
Some might have charged a little more
- A groat's enough for him.
He auctioned off his nether parts
And gave a fortune to the rich
But when he thought he'd won their hearts
They threw him in a ditch
Remembering his empty husk
With only life therein
He sprayed himself with oxen's musk
And donned a polecat's skin
He borrowed wisdom from a fool
And satire from the Sun
He took his children out of school
Just as his dad had done
He pawned his wife, his home, his soul
He squandered life and limb
And then he filled his begging-bowl
With what was left of him
He mortgaged everything he'd spent
And held it in escrow
And when his tenants claimed their rent
His wallet filled with woe
But his investments, he was sure,
Were ethical and pure,
So his skewer
Drew a
Blank
| Contributors: | P, Roland, fester, Beefy, Apsley, loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 14th December 2001. |