Away Game Voyeurism
People are bloody ignorant apes!
According to my lovelorn fish
I was listening to my juvenile tapes
When I happened on this thought:
Candles, blown, may yield a wish
But love cannot be bought
In my youth, many hideous things
Long dwelt beneath my bed
Ensnared in many coloured strings
That all were blue or red
Or else some other colour quite
A hyrbid blending black with white
My hair needs cutting once again
It lengthens as I sleep
And reaches out towards Big Ben
With many a subtle twist
And a most surprising leap
Ensnaring many a wrist
Thusly was it that I taped my life
Towards its subtle end
I had to choose 'twixt gun and knife
'Twixt fire-brigade and friend
If only people weren't so dense
My joy would, frankly, be immense
| Contributors: | Samuel Barclay, Kansas Sam, Krapp, TG, Karin, Apsley, Ethetran, loaf, asdf, Beefy, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 12th March 2004 by Karin. |