Attempts At Ironic Posturing
My bunny lies over the ocean
Over the ocean so far
If she had half of a notion
She would be less bizarre
Could she be silent and sober
Sober as ever she might
Manic as old Manitoba
Into the old frosty night
My bunny went over the limit
Over the limit of dreams
Had she a lamp, I would dim it
And bear it abruptly to Rheims
To kindle the pyre of a martyr
A martyr as holy as hale
And tart as the tartiest Tartar
Immersed in the runcible pail
My bunny was eaten at Easter
Eaten at Easter by me
By me, the Funereal Feaster
And Master of All Jollity
Left in the lurch by Prince Rainier
Than whom there's no rainier day
Doomed, like profane Pennsylvania
In the path of The Appian Way
Contributors: | loaf, Apsley, Chevalier. |
Poem finished: | 26th April 2006 by loaf. |