The Things That Are Caramelized By Moonlight
Imagine there were jungles on the moon
Pretend that there were icecaps down in hell
Make believe that ships can sail the clouds
Envision all you think but cannot tell
And swear
That never will you pen your thoughts in verse
For fear of waking Doctor Johnson's curse
And if your theme leaves other folk bemused
Pretend that there's a purpose to your prose
And so distend to fill a page or three
To catch a falling mermaid by the nose
And swear
That e'er you choose to touch the setting sun
And find it the conceit of Dean John Donne
Contributors: | N, F, (trad!), Beefy, Roland, Apsley, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 1st September 2004 by Roland. |