Ethereal Sequence
Ether, real
As any light
Tipsy, since
Walpurgis night
Clap ham-fisted
Sliced too thin
With, perchance,
Too little gin
Matches wet
Fireworks lost
No-one knows
What she tossed
No-one cares
How she fell
If, indeed
She rang a bell
All night long
Contributors: | P, loaf, Kansas Sam, Chevalier, Apsley, KD. |
Poem finished: | 29th March 2006 by Chevalier. |