The Frequency for Repaginated Ladies
Persephone once said to me
Whilst promenading by the sea
"Some people call me Percy Phone"
So Russell Hoban's not alone
But how shall we ourselves atone
To dear wave-drenched Persephone?
Elizabeth, all out of breath,
Once won a hurdles race with Death:
Persephone said, "My old man
Will cheat at any game he can
So eat no seeds from his saucepan
Nor emulate MacBeth
Miss Mary Mack, all dressed in black,
Stole her father's heart-attack
And then she stole her mother's gout
So clutched her chest and limped about
Her brother? He was just a lout
There was no doubt he'd get the sack
What of Lola, she whose name
Suggests she might be on the game?
She's often seen in dim-lit bars
With dark brown voice and padded bras
But so are many movie stars
Lola's rack is much the same
Comes the morning, comes the 'bus
School will be the death of us
Light and life to some it brings
Learning all the dates of kings
How, I wonder, shall we know
Unless we're learning as we go?
Contributors: | F, Fatty, Ethetran, Roland, Beefy, Irene Adler, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Apsley, loaf, Grayman, fester, Dassn't Say, (trad?). |
Poem finished: | 23rd October 2003 by Anon.. |