A Reasonable Religion for Village Greens
Silver and brown were the eaves of the town
And the shingles were straight in each row
Like demoiselles fair gables leapt in the air
And the chimney flue joined in the show
The half-timbered beams all formed runes at the seams
And the joists fell as proofreader's marks
While the mullions and panes and the brass weathervanes
Spelled a spill of Cyrillic remarks
Upon the church spire was a gilt circumflex
Twelve Apostles stood grave and acute
The streets were paved with double-entendre
So the cobbles were given the boot
and traded for tile tesselations from Spain.
Those survived but a short month though,
the design was complex, both concave and convex,
And hard to sustain, it did grow!
The Abbess did ponder, "How far will this wander?
And still wandering, make sense though?"
In an opium haze I awake from a daze
And the smoke spells it out, crisp and clear:
"Abandon all hope! You are now the new Pope!"
Not exactly my kind of career...
Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, Kansas Sam, anon, Grayman, mdb, scientist, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 26th June 2003. |