Our Sword Unsheathed by Metaphors
Rabid was the postman
Screaming in his lair
For the urgent bell-boy
drunken, debonair
With Robinson in tow
See the mighty statue
In the market square
Clavicles akimbo
Eagle in the hair
With Robinson in tow
A kind of vapid vision
Like the Croix de Guerre
Jolted up my Gameboy
Useless, yet aware
With Delamarche hard by
Eyeing up the Stoker
Lying on his bunk
Smothering that bimbo
Who doted on spunk
With Delamarche hard by
Walking through that country
Half debauched and drunk
We clung to the road's edge
Walking through that country
Without a proper hat
We clung afresh to the road's edge
Walking through that country
On a broken chair
We loafed upon the road's edge
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, (trad), Shipp, P. |
Poem finished: | 12th May 2003. |