Gambits Under Glass
This time, then another, then - perhaps - once more
Twice around the laundromat, thrice across the floor
Will be enough to keep at bay the pounds that feasts put on
Yet not enough to chase away the pounds mere bon-bons spawn
With sugary draw
Christmas, hence to Easter, and thence a further week
Should surely just be time enough to down the turkey's beak,
To down the grease and giblets too, the feathers and the spleen
Though nothing known that mortals eat will take away the queen
In turban of teak
Prophets, their disciples, and those who follow on
Impenetrable pilgrimages, saddled on a swan
Such as would outrage Chaucer, stationed at the end,
Amid the mortal calling-cards on which we all depend
For keeping us wan
Suppurating time-bombs, all kernel-cost and flame
Is just their bent, but just to each give the name
For fear of caustic stipends, repaid a thousand times
By listening to the ballads of Ms Lee Ann Rimes
Of Nashville fame
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Kansas Sam, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 4th November 2003 by Anon.. |