Into The Vegetable
A carrot lay upon the bank
Upon the other was a hare
Both of them, I noticed, stank
Of something sweet and almost rare
And as I dawdled, musing there,
A broken kayak, moist and dank
From lacking an integral plank,
Sank
As overhead a helicopt-
Did its best to view the hare
I saw, forthwith, the hare get chopped
And smelt a fragrance on the air:
'Twas delicate beyond compare
the way the bunny's eyes got popped
Then suddenly the rotors stopped
dropped
sank like a stone into the Seine
Whilst fragments of the churned-up hare
like pomme frittes a la julienne
Made pleasant odours, then and there,
Parisians have such savoir faire
And rarely think to cross la rue
Oooh!
Envoi:
Hail to the Prince of Hassenpfeffer
For loving salt, whatever the weather
And being so fantastically clever
Contributors: | Apsley, Nym, F, dkb, loaf, asdf, Kansas Sam, Chevalier, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Hugh Woods Fardels-B. |
Poem finished: | 23rd May 2006 by Nym. |