How Many Such Openings Have We Squandered?
Astride a red-hot anvil
In breeches spun from steel
The monks of Montezuma
Have forged a molten wheel
How, now, to forge the axle
From forty pounds of straw
Without a sense of humour?
The chances must be poor
| Contributors: | Roland, TG, Chevalier. |
| Poem finished: | 15th June 2006 by Roland. |