Shogun Marmalade
Sveldt in someone's turban
Harry Potter ran,
Through the dusk of Durban
With The Other Man:
Never on the long side
This side of to-day
Aiming for the wrong side
Of what care I may
One of them was winning
In the battle taut
Gaudy turban spinning
As it rightly ought
Never on the boon dock
'Fore the chime of noon
With a chunk of moon rock
For to see you soon
Lissom in his toga
Proud Nathaniel lounged
Stipend for his yoga
(Which he'd slyly scrounged)
Clenched in his incisors;
Harry Potter viewed him,
Hid behind his visors
As the others slew him
Thus his story ended
With a cup o' tea
No-one much pretended
It had not been free
Harry Potter's failing
(If failing it be)
Reminds us that, when ailing,
There's little remedy
Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 8th March 2006 by Surlaw. |