Platonic Scooter Or Worse
Banish poets? To The Pole?
To feast on guts and guacamole
And bend their being to a bone
A skinless wonder on the throne
Who, careless of their cost and care,
Has sent them forth to trap a bear
Invisible across the ice
Shut Up! They're as quiet as mice.
Hail them back? From Timbuktu?
To dine on walnuts and tofu
That never saw the light of day
Nor else the scent of new-mown hay
But freshly strewn on ransacked graves
That lie 'neath Gothic architraves
Invincible across the years
Known only by their hopes and fears.
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Apsley Carrollish, Roland, Chevalier, beaver tamer, awrc, charlie. |
| Poem finished: | 24th September 2005 by loaf. |