Mated By Happenstance
A fledgling wasp once took the time
To curse its silhouette
It knew that, in a warmer clime,
And, with a kinder vet,
It could resemble, from the rhyme,
The leader of Tibet
The Dalai Lama wrote a book
In which all flies and bees
Formed a kind of shepherd's crook
By linking, at the knees
Of legs aplenty, on the cook
No finer words than these
| Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Chevalier. |
| Poem finished: | 22nd July 2005 by Apsley. |