The Popemobile In Escrow
To feed to my several kin
Before they all starve and grow thin
Or start to feel low and get high
By indulging in some sort of sin
Yet bakers are notably thin on the ground
For a reason I cannot reveal
You might guess the absence of meal
For less than ten guineas a pound
Which isn't a very good deal.
To hand-raise a pie takes great expertise
Takes secrecy silent and dark
It should not be done for a lark
Nor even to torment or tease
The Princess of Paddington Park
They incubate, ten at a time
(To incubate more were a waste)
And any that fail are replaced
By using the proceeds of crime
For purposes seemly and chaste
My kinfolk depend on my bringing them food
From the market that meets in the town
But I 'm left with a scant half a crown
Which , no matter how it is viewed
Will not buy enough to go roun'
Contributors: | P, Roland, TG. |
Poem finished: | 26th August 2003. |