Pork Beam Custard
Palpably encoded in the Turing mould
Was the beat of a thin steel drum
Palpably eroded by the tundric cold
Were the Tantric stains of a plum
No wonder that we all felt tired and old
Which is tantamount to glum
Secretly enfolded in the Turin shroud
Was the cast of a golden doubloon
Secretly ensorcelled by the tourist crowd
Was the statue of Thoth the baboon
No wonder that we all felt bent and bowed
Which is mandat'ry in Rangoon
Envoi:
Give me a round of applause
And I shall pretend it's not yours
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Beefy, erie, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 17th May 2004 by Apsley. |