The Surplus Blondes In Swindon
This poem is dedicated to the memory of Marmaduke Apsley
How bellicose, how sullen
The haddock had their way:
Empurpled with their sudden loss
Of what had been their name
How dull, despite their glister
Of what had gone before,
Implacable, recursive
Athwart the mighty seas,
With quinqueremes akimbo
The haddock were unready
Irresolute, unclean
By dint of what they chose to eat
And what had been their game
How flat, despite the bluster
Of what was still to come
Implacable, divisive
Amid the Polar wastes
Of Rosicrucian chatter
But spare your condemnation!
Let it gnaw its box
All impostures, indirect
Shall bring on you the pox
How plain, despite the glister
Of what will never be,
Implacable, if costive,
Across the quaking gulfs
Of saturnine indiff'rence
From the Heights of Heaven,
If not from realms of Diss
We espouse the leaven
The cross whose name is Chris
We crave it in the morning
We bleat for it at dusk
And seek it in the awning
Or underneath the husk
Of Poseidon's cod
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, Aristotle. |
Poem finished: | 6th September 2006 by Surlaw. |