Brief Glimpses of Aqua Nova
While cycling through the clouds one day
I came upon a sullen ray
I plucked it from the sky and then
Ran into a speckled wren
I cried, "Dear sir, forgive me"
As feathers flew out randomly
I offered him my gleaming prize
That ray with teary, weary eyes
He stopped to rearrange his plumes
His rumpled pride, the fate that looms
I dared not guess, but then he spoke
That ruffled-feathered little bloke
"I do declare you knocked me flat
What kind of jerk would bike like that?
You ought to be ashamed you know
Your cycle worse than codgers blow
That ray will neither feed nor feather my nest
Or improve the colours upon my breast
And yet, I will accept it, sir
If you'd tell me who you were"
I am the light that never shines
The writer of these strangest lines
The bearer of these whacko thoughts
A gent that's rather out of sorts
| Contributors: | Nym, Kansas Sam, Francine, Karen. |
| Poem finished: | 18th July 2003. |