Allegory Of Scandinavian Nuptuals
Rubbing out the guide-book
With a copper eraser
Never spare a side look
For a fish called Fraser
Never ride a bison
Against the leather fence
Nor hoover, with your Dyson
In reverse, in Odense
Rushing through the temple
With a sonic screwdriver
Finding out if hemp'll
Mend a burnt-out fiver
Never sue your ankles
Through the man of law
Whose insolence still rankles
And makes the liver raw
And makes the pancreas disperse
Into a small and leather box
Where, undernourished with a curse
Prepared by monks, you get the pox,
You get the famous French Disease
And find it leads to some unease
Riding out the rubric
With the best veneer
We dreamed of Stanley Kubrick
That erstwhile man of year
Never type a crescent
When stars'll do instead
Nor buy the moon a present
To soothe your aching head
Never write in pencil
On the back of sheep
With a blazing stencil
In your midday sleep
Always use a biro
On the shortest day
Cash your only Giro
In the usual way
Rubbing out the guide-book
With a radon air-brush
Forcing through the gridlock
Turns one's hair to mush
Never court galoshes
In the nether year
Nor distribute coshes
In your raging fear
Rushing through the orchard
To contain the crush
Neither tired nor tortured
With a cruel wire-brush
Neither cold nor caring
Is the nurse's way
Cerebral and sparing
Of the underlay
Where, undernourished with a vice
Turned too tightly,
She half-castrates the cockatrice
And sautées it lightly
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 28th November 2003 by Anon.. |