Lasers In Latin
To grasp these prawns will take some skill
And gauntlets wrought from zinc
With bismuth added, for the kill,
Or so my lovers think
Yet they don't know my turn of mind
Who feast on crabs and carpet-rind
(They, I mean, for that's not food
And they who think it is are rude)
But idly guess what I might think
If ever I should take to drink
These lovers, then, have minds of glue
And gauntlets wrought from zinc
With little patience, such my view,
Indelible as ink
For they won't wait the livelong day
To feast on crabs and caraway
(As I do, for that's my food,
And they who think it ain't are crude)
But gently moulder in the sink
If ever I should take to drink
My lovers think to steal my prawns
And gauntlets wrought from zinc
With cunning, while the household yawns
And butlers belch and blink
But they can't run to save their lives
To feast on crabs and camping-knives
(Butlers do, for that's their food
And them wot thinks it ain't are lewd)
But only make a wretched stink
If ever I should take to drink
To drain this flask will take some nerve
And gauntlets wrought from zinc
With not a little reckless verve
(I'll try it wearing mink)
I'll do it for the cheering hordes
Who feast on crabs and carving-boards
(Those, I mean, who think that's food
Though such as do should be eschewed)
But never sport the colour pink
Until the day they take to drink
Sapient deductions:
Take your gauntlets to the feast
(E'en gauntlets wrought from zinc)
They will not fail you; at the least
They'll keep you in the pink.
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Chevalier, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 22nd August 2005 by Roland. |