Xenophobic Popping
Bisexual biplanes bifurcating
Season's Greetings, one and all!
now let's do some lubricating
Before another empire falls!
For empires they just come and go
Like pigeons to the roost
who's many eggs are incubating
While mum birds read their Proust
Reading Marcel, this is no joust
By literary means birds are seduced,
they read so hard their eggs reduced
But still, better than reading Faust.
Their nests on Nelson's hat they make
A roller with a brim,
hopefully nelson will not take,
My hat to Leeds with him.
Will he go by train or biplane
By bike, by car, by fish?
If I could, I'd lend him my plane
To fulfill his fondest wish.
but you know the underground
It is beneath the earth
A simple truth I've always found
Is that you'll never get a berth
Contributors: | Carl Marks, dkb, keith c, Stacy Alexander, keith c purton, melinda c, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 4th January 2003. |