Unlikely Bovine Dreams
I sent a message - to an elk?
Consignia sent it to a whelk
It should have gone to Scandinavia
No time off for good behaviour
In the forests or the steppes
Where the Gas Board's earnest reps
Flout the fashion of the times
And, pentinent for all their crimes,
Devote their final years to tasks
More suited, surely, to the Basques
Who, polishing their nickel hats
Admonish those who threaten cats
With usurpation of their flesh
For tearing with their claws the mesh
That pens each gander from the flock
And rids the world of those who mock
While keeping safe the oyster beds
From filthy perverts, in their sheds,
Their telescopes all stained with steam
Thier sock suspenders marred by cream
| Contributors: | Apsley, Beefy, Grayman, Roland, P, Glider. |
| Poem finished: | 24th July 2002. |