Staff Barbecue For Hygienic Elves
Pleonastic bunkers that the empire built
With their anchors in Calcutta's fusty loam
Hoarding all the treasure from the tax-collector's rounds
In a monumental castle of chrome
Plagiaristic sonnets from the writers' guild
Who embed immodest maxims in each line
Hiding all their earnings from the tax-collector's gaze
In their primitively hollowed-out spine
Plaintive emanations from the sunken kiln
When the honey-trap is powered by the sun
Heeding not the warning that the tax-collector's near
With a scimitar concealed in his gun
Pleonastic bunkers that the empire built
With their anchors in Calcutta's fusty loam
Hoarding all the treasure from the tax-collector's rounds
In a monumental castle: no home
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Beefy, (trad), Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 9th July 2004 by Roland. |