Thoughts Of The Tedious Old Graybeards
This bathing cap, whose time-eroded pleats
Evoke the memory of a carefree age
Has known a thousand watery defeats
Thus spoke the world's most incoherent sage
Assigned to cover the Olympic Games
While suff'ring from a morbid fear of flames
This pocketbook, whose frayed and broken strap
Betrays the ministrations of a vole
Has nestled in the depths of Circe's lap
Since long before the Ozone grew its hole
It watched and wept at the affairs of men
And smirked a bit at Monarch of the Glen
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, F. |
Poem finished: | 1st December 2004 by Beefy. |