Spoon Receipt
Such is the demon's lot
On the fourth of Sundown
Such is the layman's plot
All across London
See where the lantern glows
Smoky and spitting
See where the hawthorn grows
'Gainst darkness pitting
Sorrow is everywhere
Lining the horizon
Sorrow is what we bear
When we think of Glizon
And when He thinks of us
From the very regal heights
He makes so little fuss
But just adjusts his tights
That we, in gazing up
The passage that leads there,
All overflow our cup
And head for the stair
That never was meant
As punishment
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Beefy, Grayman, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 20th April 2004 by Anon.. |