Why We Ought Not To Bellow Faintly Throughout Our Dinner
Betrayed by movements in the dark
I thought that I would have a lark
With pale Lorenzo's spouse
And so insert a mouse
Where hitherto no mouse had gone
Save in the tales of Babylon
No mouse had gone - I say it twice -
Along that passage, fit for mice
In bold Lorenzo's house,
And yet that pallid louse
Took umbrage at my putting in
A rodent 'neath his spouse's skin
No mouse before (I three times say),
Had visited in such a way
The proud Lorenzo's wife
And thus he lost his life
In finding justly no way out
Despite his whiskers and his snout
Ans so poor mousie met his fate
On his very first date
Poor mouse, so bold to please a wench!
Enduring the unwholesome stench
Of prawns all in a row!
Since Pale Lorenzo kept, on show
For those who might enjoy its ease,
No end of items such as these
Poor mouse, immured in fleshy purse!
The only well-known fate that's worse
Is that of Aesop's frog
Which, trampled on a morning jog
One night, decayed in instants three
Lorenzo sang his threnody
Thou Mouse of Lust!
Forever cuss'd!
That enter'd in
Thou Mouse of Sin!
Begone to Hell!
Begone to Hell!
Begone, I say,
To Hell!
Lorenzo knew no stronger curse,
But kept on shouting (which is worse)
Begone to Hell!
Begone to Hell!
Begone, I say,
To Hell!
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Chevalier, (trad). |
| Poem finished: | 23rd August 2005 by Chevalier. |