Tales Of Someone Taller Than Expected
Tell me, O Wanderer, whom do you seek?
Can it not wait until sometime next week?
If you return when the moon's in the East
I shall reveal all I know, or at least
Some of the knowledge I used to pretend
Was crucial to anyone seeking a friend
But not being certain which mask to prepare
Tell me, O Wanderer, why do you roam?
Is there some defect at large in your home?
If you return when the moon's in the West
I shall explain all I can, or at best
Give you good reason to question your fate
And plant certain prejudice deep in your pate
In case the emotions are too much to bear
Tell me, O Wanderer, when will you rest?
Can you not see you're becoming a pest?
If you return when the moon's in the South
I shall pass on what I learned, word of mouth,
Albeit garbled with cryptic intent
So that what you may hear may not be what I meant
Although, as I guess, you do not really care
Tell me, O Wanderer, what is your goal?
May I suggest that you make it The Pole?
If you return when the moon's in the North
We shall regret that you ever set forth
To take up our time with your fruitless research
And tempt us in rage to reach out for the birch
We'll find where you came from and whip you back there
Contributors: | TG, P, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 31st March 2004 by Anon.. |