Crustaceans In Error
To wait upon the late express
With full tureen in hand
A shroud? Misheard - but I digress
This crock is full of sand
That cannot pass for soup, unless
The driver lend a hand
Our menu being so diverse
That men from many lands
Whose form and function is perverse
And no-one understands
Their meaning – such do stomp and curse
Upon the drifting sands
And thus, while locomotives rust
Onto the waiting tracks,
The nuns career, insane with lust
And dressed in heavy sacks,
That swathe the limbs, but not the bust
Which it scarcely lacks
| Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, yoxi, Yonghy, Chevalier, Bex. |
| Poem finished: | 3rd September 2005 by Roland. |