My Other Lifetime was a Thing Foregone
A mothball larger than the sun
Convulsed the Iron Duke
Preventing him from having fun
With houris in the soukh
As prophesied in Luke
(nineteen to twenty-one)
A mouthful sweeter than plum jam
Condemned the brazen shark
To question, "Who or what I am"
While listening to Bach
As prophesied in Mark
(by courtesy of Sam)
But hold, ye Lapps!
And spring the traps
And drain the Schnapps
From golden taps!
A minstrel deafer than a post
Confounds the silver swan
By gargling the loyal toast
Where suns have never shone
As prophesied in John
By Pontius Pilate's ghost
A mongrel hairier than a yak
Controls the fate of Man
By holding all the seasons back
As only those with four legs can
The prophets had a plan
To mount an armed attack.
But stay, ye Finns!
Repent your sins!
And call the twins
With stupid grins
Now it begins .....
| Contributors: | P, Roland, TG, (trad). |
| Poem finished: | 4th August 2003. |