Tantric Diagrams
The empty vest had seen some times
Before this suit began
Against the Maker of All Rhymes
by cruel, ungrateful Man
They asked him for his point of view
While stringing him along
Their hapless victim little knew
That GBH was wrong
And so he told a tale of crimes
That Heaven could not hold
And rendered thus old Peter Grimes
Indifferent to cold
Their bent for mindless colloquy
Displeased a rival gang
And brought them low in obloquy,
From Pinner to Penang
The empty vest renounced the chase
And scoured his wardrobe dry
In search of just the very place
To hang an alibi
Yet, in his haste, he near forgot
(In Peter Grimes's words)
The pounding of the ocleot
The mulching of the birds
The squawking of the red-nosed guff
A-nesting in a shrub
Is seldom really quite enough
To make me blub and blub
But if a vest, no longer full
Of energy and wiles,
Should ravel up its uncured wool
Then will accrue some smiles!
| Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Chevalier, Putterer. |
| Poem finished: | 30th July 2005 by Roland. |