Tea With Cartoons
Between the kettle and the cot
Take just a moment to reflect
On why the sea is boiling hot
And why some ships get wrecked.
Mull, as well, the unkempt land
That floats on high o'er dales and hills
Covered with volcanic sand
Dropping dirt in little pills.
Ponder next the arid sky
Tempered with obscure regret
Crying out a plaintive 'why?'
From the nearest minaret
Dwell upon the turgid swamp
Nestled with its brother, fog
So through the mud we romp
Sore of foot and weary slog
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Kansas Sam (from Carroll), Irene Adler, Kansas Sam, (trad), Ventnor, Irene, N. |
Poem finished: | 11th November 2003 by Anon.. |