Houndstooth Canal
It seemed as though I'd never been away
Nor left my shadow lying underground
Of course, I always knew just what you'd say
Though no-one could have hazarded what sound
Exactly would have pierced the leaden skies
Nor wrapped organic vision in surmise
On setting forth, I'd packed my trusty steel
But pared my lodestone flat
Of course, I always knew just how 'twould feel
In an iron sulphite hat
No wonder then, that pending my return
The village folk set all my wares a-burn.
I travelled far, but knew not what I'd find
Beyond the pale horizon, in the snows
Nor what I'd wish I hadn't left behind
(My petticoats of zinc and furbelows)
But always would I cling to this one thought:
There's not the faintest chance of being caught
Contributors: | TG, Roland, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 4th January 2005 by Beefy. |