After the Empire, Nothing New
Cushions – when their time has passed
(If you construe my meaning quite) -
Are patched with stale Elastoplast
By someone Known as Heneral Hite
A merry man, indeed
He makes no livining from this trade
(If you construe my meaning quite) -
But lives all day in sunny shade
With someone known as Dinah Might
A harlot, not a whore
She makes no living from this craft
(If you call 'craft' what she does do)
But rather from some harder graft
Upon the flesh of Major Screw
A merry man, indeed
He likes his back to be quite raw
(If you call 'raw' what he prefers)
As made so by a tiger's paw
Under the care of Hizzon Hurze
A parrot, not a hawk
| Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley, (trad). |
| Poem finished: | 29th September 2002. |