They Astray
On coming home at last
(through the farthest reaches of the moor)
We were very nearly snipped
By a fungible buffoon.
On coming home at last
His countenance, unclear
(through the deepest reaches of the moat)
Was altogether clipped
By a tangible bassoon
His countenance, unclear
| Contributors: | Roland, Jerzy, (trad), Beefy, N. |
| Poem finished: | 26th August 2004 by N. |