Wallpaper For Beavers
I found your umbrella
Not high in a tree
But under a rock
Where the earwigs should be
With a heck of a fella
In leather and chrome
Who toyed with a clock
Who dined in a dome
Where hymns a capella
Rebound from the walls
While the vanishing flock
Just doze in the stalls
Unlike Uri Geller
Who sings down the phone
Without taking stock
Of the earwigs now flown
To join Barbarella
In sipping light ale
From a waterproof sock
In one heckuva gale
Until Helen Keller
Turns scarlet with rage
(it's so easy to mock)
And storms off the stage
Like Brando post "Stella!"
All flaccid and fat
With his eyes on the clock
To proclaim: "That is that!"
Contributors: | Apsley, loaf, F, [RT], Chevalier, P, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 25th March 2006 by loaf. |