The Sanskrit Kirk Railings
Just a taste of sunshine
With a stiffer brush
Polishes the midline
Down the Hundu Kush
Into distant places
Far beyond the mind
And its drear oasis
Far enough behind
For us to find
Let us call for Judas
In the sultry heat
Orpheus imbued us
With black olives sweet
Honey, muscadillo
Taste upon his lips
Like a well-soiled pillow
Complete with raspberry pips
Among the slips
In the rainy morning
Sponging down the blinds
And the purple awning
Using lemon rinds
Is the kind of action
Decent folk abhor
And a keen attraction
To the folk next door
Whom we abhor
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 5th July 2005 by Roland. |