Heathen Lent
Ingest this canapé of grime?
I'd rather chew on stone
And, as I have, before my time,
I'd face the bill alone
I'd face it in a force-eight gale
If time were on my side
And, as I have, forsake all ale
And turn to cyanide
I'd never let my feelings show
Without official leave
For that - to me - would be a blow
Without which I should grieve
And why should I this party dim
When light offends all eyes
Fill to the brink apace with scrim
The vol-au-vents and pies?
I'll have you know I serve good fare
My vessels, spick and span
Their names, and eek my underwear
Come from the Isle of Man
Envoi:
Yes, Isle of Man, and man loves me
Despite my love for anchovy
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 1st August 2005 by Roland. |