The Cauldron That Foils Such Weaklings As Us
I see your hoof prints on the stairs
You unconvincing horse
you thought you caught me unawares
Yet I saw pairs, of course
You can't conceal your wedding-dress
or your red mountain boots
Your bridle gear is more or less
In need of retouched roots
I see your shadow on the wall
When you destroy the lamp
I see you have escaped your stall
Across the lawn you tramp
Ah, neigh, my love--return to me!
With crampons all intact
And I will mount you for a fee
Then ride you till you're whacked
Contributors: | F, Roland, Big Andy, Kansas Sam, TG, loaf, N. |
Poem finished: | 16th November 2003 by Anon.. |