Whistles
Russell Hoban, king of rhyme,
Rode the Piccadilly lime.
To Green Park - and eek beyond -
'Til he came to Enders Pond
Where he stopped, to snout about,
Ho for Piccadilly!
In the pond a turtle sat
Dreaming of a ziggurat
From a sphinx at once compiled
In the belly of a child
In the war-torn blasts and bombs
Ho for Piccadilly!
Not Miranda /always her -
Frozen motion, quick to stir
In the pot of Caliban,
Brave new master, brave new man
Russell Hoban to a T
Ho for Piccadilly!
| Contributors: | Apsley, dkb, Roland, loaf, Yonghy, trad, (trad). |
| Poem finished: | 8th September 2005 by Apsley. |