Ignoring The Peach And Nectarine
If ever I would write a dirge
Whose words, derived from Kant,
Would cause the sullied world to surge,
The roaring tide to rant
I'd deftly dodge each well-thrown fruit
Defy each insult sling
'Till 'aesthetes' at The Institute
for logic in death would sing
Things-in-themselves may fade and droop
the earth in fire may burn
And toast may founder in my soup
and Immanuels stomach turn
And yet I cannot but decry
the paucity of my wit
And so, befuddled, oft I sigh
and cry,(a little bit)
For those in peril on the sea
Who bought one so we'd get one free
Contributors: | Arnold the Sly Ape, loaf, Apsley, Kansas Sam, Lauren Baum, F, (trad), Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 17th November 2005 by loaf. |