Anarchy Pastilles
When Spoonbill went on the blink
We had a few days to reflect
On the value of poetic license
We traded our Dresdens for Meissens
And no-one did ever detect
How close we were to the brink
Our need of an Internet shrink
Is a subject of frequent neglect
We do have a certain wry sense
To not waste our pounds to buy pence
Our finances presently wrecked
The ship of our fortunes shall sink
Our status is worse than you think
Worse than our readers expect
In fact it's growing ever more tense
We're keeping them all in suspense
Those of us of the elect
To mark out the pages with ink
Contributors: | Karin, Roland, N, F, Kansas Sam, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 17th September 2003. |