Fester's Last Words
It takes a man with real strength to deplore
The blandishments of harlotry, to shun
Those things that can deflect the spirit, or
Defeat the sense of something left undone
in the world that has merit
Where cold flowers tilt and turn
Defile all you inherit
you still have so much to learn
Returning to the metre at the start
This blandish train of versiform, to wreck
In laboursome excursions, void of art
A midget named 'Toulouse' appends '-Latrec'
When the U-boat goes missing
And the radio's dead
Listen to the hissing
It's all inside your head
A pocketful of posies make the man
Although a stitch in time is somewhat better
At undermining Proserpina's plan
Destroying both the spirit and the letter
of a law, unfathomed by minds of Adam's clan
And feeling like Ed Wood in a cashmere sweater
Envoi
Can it really be th' Almighty's plan
To wring such deathless trash from mortal man?
Contributors: | fester, Roland, dkb, Cassie, wolis, EarlPurple, Arnold the Sly Ape, Chevalier, loaf, Lauren Baum, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 23rd November 2005 by F. |