Gloves of Careful Nutmeg
Like rising, having slept for years,
I saw with brand new eyes,
And, having seen, they filled with tears
As memories of countless beers
Led to quite a few deep sighs
Like spying, having crept upstairs
To see the brand new chocolate cake
And seeing, wanting - but, who dares
My knees begin to quake
And wonder how the poem fares
Like needing, having been deprived
Of comforts warm or soft,
And, needing more, I still survived
Inside my stylish loft
Until the scheme revived
Contributors: | fester, Stacy Alexander, Beefy, Apsley, dkb. |
Poem finished: | 8th January 2003. |