Perwinkle Trout Wrack
His boots were made of manta ray,
His hat from leaves and twigs.
His cloak was stitched from curds and whey
His underwear from figs.
His home was half a porpoise
His yard was half a sea
He'd half a mind to tell you off
If half a mind had he
His sights were set on lower things
His hopes on slugs and fleas
He sought the grace of nettle stings
And placed them on his knees
One day he fetched up on the shore
A whelk he'd loved and lost
And though that molusk was a whore
He'd never been so tossed.
| Contributors: | Hagfish, Anon., Kansas Sam, Tiger Spot, mcb, tnh, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
| Poem finished: | 24th June 2003. |