When Did Gingersnaps Vanish From Human Knowledge?
I took a penguin on the tram
That circles both the Poles
No track: I rode his back; he swam
Too many icy holes:
Poor thing: a shame; my blame, these roles
Unticketed, through some mishap
The polar bear was fined
No stub: that was the rub; big flap
No little axe to grind
He growled, I howled; we bears: confined
in shadow, under Northern Lights
I squinted as he read
From the poets now long dead
Oh fie! the scheme's awry; by rights
This poem's end is said
The penguin and the bear curtail
Their circumpolar tour
The net: a safer bet; email
Will leave them looking dour
For tis said the tram will fail
But, drat!--their mouse is frozen stiff
The penguin's on the mat
The bear his hair now in a quiff
Has found a cricket bat
But whack: no tack to solve their tiff
A circus this, a theatre of the arcane
That no-one views unscathed
For the absurdity and the abstruse
Oh piss! Another miss: what use
A Polar bear that raved
| Contributors: | fatty, Roland, Kansas Sam, loaf, keith c, Beefy, fester. |
| Poem finished: | 9th April 2003. |