The Gospel of Even Numbers
My only brush with India
Was brief, but nonetheless
I keep a single souvenir
Stapled to my fav'rite ear
As doth the pale negress
My dalliance with Timbuktu
Was only meant in jest
I keep a single monotreme
Fitted with a laser beam
As do the truly blessed
My rendezvous with Paraguay
May sire a single son
I keep a single photograph
And laugh a wryly Latin laugh
As doth the ruling Hun
My brief encounter with Siam
May be the last, I fear
I tried to dis-conjoin the twins
Committed several carnal sins
Consorting with a seer
Contributors: | Roland, N, Ethetran, F. |
Poem finished: | 24th September 2003. |