Where Is It Going To End?
My old conveyor belt
My signal box, my rolls of felt
My powdered amethyst
My list of women never kissed
My clockwork lion-cub
My locker at the tennis club
My braces, purest silk
My photograph of Acker Bilk
My cake of lightweight soap
My New Year's resolution: "Cope!"
All this I leave to her
Her elevated boots
Her hollers and her hoots
Her abacus, unused
Her plea for clemency refused
Her broken lattice-work
Her love-child by a passing Turk
Her sullen downcast look
Her lobe pierced with a fishing-hook
Her wish for lasting fame
Her perfectly forgotten name
All left to my chauffeur!
Contributors: | loaf, P, Roland, Chevalier, Apsley, F. |
Poem finished: | 15th March 2006 by loaf. |