Void Of Open Finery
Beringed, beribboned, clad in silks
And mounted on a mule,
I castigated Arthur Wilkes
And sold his winter fuel
Yet Arthur, having patient mien
And looks to kill them dead,
Besought the humble chili bean
To speak response unsaid
So Arthur opened wide his mouth
While lifting high one leg
As he had learnt whilst in The South
From Colonel Sanders' egg
This odd position served him ill
For I'd brought my bazooka
I bade him keep extremely still
And ran off with his hookah
Arthur Wilkes then sued my cat
For scratching out his eyes
And pissing on his favourite hat
Whilst making curly fries
The judge declared the case was null
Which caused my cat to void
He'd found the courtroom scene quite dull
Compared to Andrew Lloyd
Still, hashish-crazed, I shelled the court
Whilst in pompei I roamed
And looked at things, both long and short,
Bazookas make undomed
Arthur Wilkes impassive stayed
(Like Justice, he was blind)
But merely back- and forwards swayed
With cat-scratch-fevered mind
Contributors: | Kevin Andrew Murphy, Apsley, a priori, Kansas Sam, Chevalier, F, Two Loos, Nigel Sly. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2006 by Chevalier. |