Through the Days of Smouldering
I can barely remember the time
When poems had meter and rhyme
When vases of flowers could last sev'ral hours
And Spoonbill was truly sublime
I can barely remember the tune
I whistled each night and each noon
It was sad, it was sweet, and I knew it complete
And it never rhymed tune, noon, or June
I can barely remember the toll
That the bell ringers took on my soul
My spirit was shattered, but not that it mattered
And anyway, isn't it droll?
I can barely remember the crew
Of The spirit of Kalamazoo
A fine ship indeed, they smoked Luckies and weed
Till no-one could tell who was who
I can barely remember my name
But I know that there's no-one to blame
I just wish that I had one ganglion spry
Would google search 'me' do the same?
I can barely remember to write
Nor follow the pattern, despite
My efforts to play by the verse-rules today
I'm sorry, it's too late at night.
Contributors: | N, Roland, Nym, Kansas Sam (2), N (nod to B. Joel), Dassn't Say, snood, Beefy, Ethetran, Kansas Sam, loaf, dok. |
Poem finished: | 16th September 2003. |