Pending Further Guests
Does anybody come here any more?
The Unknown Chevalier did ask
From under his concealing mask
Is this the first he's darkened Pegleg's door?
Who knows? But seems he's washed up on our shore
Who is it lurks beneath that thin disguise?
Another poetaster, yes?
Whose name it is not hard to guess
It oft is murmured 'mid the maidens' sighs
And surely will not come as great surprise
Is that his shadow, cast so far and wide?
We seem to recognise the shape
Rotundity, so like a grape
If penned, will his large corpus be denied?
Only if unearthed and then decried
How has he found our well-concealèd page?
Daemon or learned sage is he?
Paid to play, or here for free?
His savoir faire's not difficult to gauge
Has he poetic urges yet to suage?
| Contributors: | Chevalier, F, will h, Helen Owly, willh. |
| Poem finished: | 23rd October 2005 by F. |