A Futile Attempt on Parnassus
I meant it as an insult
I meant to cause you pain
If sticks and stones can't break your bones
I'll try the axe again
If stones and sticks can't flush you out
I've other ways to make you shout
I took it as a plaudit
I thought you were my friend
If love and peace don't boil your grease
To please I'll backwards bend
If peace and love don't shut you up
I'll love you still, you gorgeous pup
I stole it as a keepsake
I keep it next my heart
If sturm and drang don't beat your bang
You have no ear for Art
If drang and sturm both leave you cold
I'll have to try my luck with gold
I left it as a milestone
I wanted you to know
When hue and cry shall pass you by
The peace is next to go
If cry and hue can't flip your flop
I'll try my trusty riding-crop
Contributors: | Roland, TG, Chevalier, loaf. |
Poem finished: | 15th January 2007 by Roland. |