Tights For A Prophylactic Railroad
I shall not fail to summon you
I shall not want a cause
Yet if you doff your mildewed hat
I'll give the whole thing pause
No man alive will come to you
No man will stroke your cat
Small children shall throw dung on you
Where others merely spat
You shall not want for enemies
You shall not want their hate
Yet in your marzipan moustache
There lies your joyless fate
You shall not fail to suffer when
I feed you Raisinets
And jujubes, you duffer, then
You'll gulp my anisettes
You know that we shall meet again
The Jelly Babies' curse
Shall swallow up The Hollow Men
In non sequiturs of verse
I shall not write an epitaph
(Not with this bloody fountain pen!)
No, I'll ablate your epigraph
And lock it in a mountain pen
Contributors: | loaf, Apsley, (trad), Kevin Andrew Murphy, Chevalier, Nym, Kansas Sam, F, Helen Owly. |
Poem finished: | 23rd June 2006 by F. |