Airworthy Kitchens
Dross of ages past is ours
Yet rightly not our own
For it does not fill up the hours
That have already flown
(Our epigrams we'll phone)
Their flight knows neither peak nor trough
And shuns the baking sun
'Tis neither 'on' nor wholly 'off'
And sometimes 'two', not 'one'
(Our epitaphs are bone)
One day soon we'll realise
Obsession has no cause
And, in that moment, realize
That 'lawmen' make no laws
(Our epithets of moan)
Envoi
Pitch your hat into the fountain
An awful procession draws near
Trudging to a nearby mountain
Mahomet is finally here
| Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, Roland, F, Chevalier, Helen Owly. |
| Poem finished: | 15th October 2005 by Anon.. |