Life-Threatening Tuesday Mornings
Where is fester? What is he?
Off to Tarentaise to ski?
Is he you or are you me?
He once gave me £20 -
Where d'you think he might be found?
Is he hidden, gone to ground?
Fester has vanashed! Where is he?
Far away from his PC -
Hanging from a maple tree?
Has he gone to read the metre?
Climbing up the nearest cedar?
Having sex with Aunt Rita?
Festers an elusive chap,
Since, last week, he caught the clap,
That's a slander! Shut your trap!
fester was defamed in verse?
Might it make him fret and curse?
Could his rhymes be even worse?
Without fester, what are we?
Life without substance, a Festerless we
Lacking sense of prosody
Contributors: | dkb, Stacy Alexander, Carl Marks, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 3rd December 2002. |