Underwater Clouds
Aborted in its prime
Before it went downhill
Capriciously sublime
Upon my windowsill
The pattern lay in shards
The Jacks amid the nines
Have been shuffling about
Stepping out of lines
Smelling of Rainbow Trout
A fishy house of cards
Living beneath the waves
The boring porters wait
Like enigmatic slaves
Their eyes are full of hate
Their ears of eerie trills
Devoid of any meaning
It makes one squirm a bit
No polishing or cleaning
Or need to milk a tit
Upon my windowsills
Contributors: | loaf, Ethetran, Beefy, F, Roland, Slippery Sam, Big Andy, wolis, N, Grayman, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 25th November 2003 by Anon.. |