The Pretentious Structures For Tasting My Oeuvre
At Halifax, the Muses gather round
Picnicking--with cole slaw, deviled eggs
Each one floats six inches off the ground
(To walk would just play havoc with their legs)
Have they drunk too much? The empty kegs
In artful disarray betoken mirth
Such uncouth souls have drained the very dregs
Each sullying that paradise on Earth
Xanadu, we fear, has given birth
To hellish looms and dark sat*nic mills
Relentlessly discarding aught that's worth
A thousand mottoes from ten thousand quills
Ceaselessly, the Muses' meal enfouls
The world of Art - now naught but loosened bowels
| Contributors: | loaf, F, Ethetran, Beefy, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 1st October 2003. |