Nothing But Extra Famine
Whilst walking on the darkling path
With few and tender feet
I saw a moth
An Ostrogoth
And half a yard of linen cloth
On which they were to plight their troth
If one day they should meet
Again upon the darkling path
I wandered far and wide
And in the drain
I saw a crane
And more than half a map of Spain
(Quite damp because of all the rain)
And plenty else beside ...
Still following the darkling path
(a muddy business now)
I heard a squawk
And, at the fork
I saw a dingo eating pork
And then, the crane (which was a stork)
Delivered maps of old New York
But never mentioned how
I fell upon the darkling path
(A darkling tripped me up)
In my despair
I heard a bear
And what it said was "Hello, there!
A spider's parlor's in my lair"
And then I heard "Wazzzup?"
as he ate me--his dainty buttercup.
Contributors: | d, loaf, Apsley, Roland, Grayman, fester, Irene, asdf, TG, Kansas Sam, Karin, Chris Dean. |
Poem finished: | 9th March 2004 by Anon.. |