TV Chasm and Clitoral Yawning
Might I dream once more? Of russet dawns and clouds?
Or must I live with traffic fumes and throbbing crowds?
Agrarian are all my thoughts, which stray across the fields,
While field workers toil and sweat, land barons hoard the yields.
No substance in my thoughts exists to feed the men of soil,
Though I am with them all the way, and always will stay loyal
To wheat-sheaves, nettles, brooks and streams, to peasants and their wives,
And if you don't believe that - well, here's a bunch of fives!
For I'm a Cockney farmer, and I live life to the full -
people watch tv for fin and laughter
Contributors: | Apsley, P, dan, fester, Tony. |
Poem finished: | 27th May 2002. |