Boredom City
Sherbert, not Opopanax
(The last to own that name),
Has never paid the Carpet Tax
In spite of all his Fame
He told his friend he 'had a bye'
(He spoke in cricket's lore)
And, though it was an outright lie
That she did love him more,
He sang it on the rubbish-tip
For all the dogs to hear
And when he gave himself the slip
He drank some lemon beer
And scuttled half the ship
The other half became his spouse
(the last to hold that post)
And such a famous little mouse
Made one gigantic ghost
That spoke to them at once in Erse
And once in Japanese
About the contents of its purse
And matters such as these.
But they disdained to heed such words
And spilt their milk in scorn
To be uptaken by the birds
That had not yet been born
Amidst the dreamy curds
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley, Apsley (or else SBB). |
Poem finished: | 16th January 2005 by Roland. |