Drum Dazed
The hideous spectre of her purse
Made pack mules flee in abject fear
And slay themselves; but what was worse
The miniskirt upon her rear
Made every paparazzo sneer
This purse, we deem, was not unlike
A dozen drunken tars on leave
Who take themselves off on a hike
With others' hearts upon each sleeve
To make goths gay, but poets grieve
She'd found it in a small bazaar
Between the lamps and baklava
And bartered with a fine cigar
While singing "ob-la-di" and "-da"
A-sitting on a gate
The miniskirt was once a shroud
A cerement, a winding sheet
For those who seemed too indiscreet
In disco dancing, dead but proud,
A-dancing 'round a bag
Acursed purse and haunted skirt
That dogged my days till now
I'll let you no more do me hurt
As I wear my inevitable hendrix shirt
A-sitting on a gate
| Contributors: | Apsley, Kansas Sam, loaf, Kevin Andrew Murphy, Chevalier, Apsley/Carroll, a priori, Nigel Sly. |
| Poem finished: | 17th July 2006 by Albee. |