Oak-worm Veneer Heathcliff
Curtains for the front of house
Disfigured in surmise
By critics from The Daily Louse
In apostates' disguise
Will very soon crush dead a mouse
Like the comets overhead
- No, hated every one! -
That corruscate in puce and red
Our own true holy sonne
Will very soon flicker out, dead
Seeking, then, the death of Death,
As woven in a shroud
Of silk, a three drunk on meths
And singing much too loud
Will very soon waken Macbeth
He from slumbers thusly brought
To putrefy the vale
Will, with a posset, soon be taught
Some less convincing tale
Than those he rightly sought
| Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, loaf, Shipp. |
| Poem finished: | 13th November 2003 by Anon.. |