Uniformly Bunyan
Futility is much admired, by those outside this burgh,
By those whom latent enmity corrodes
And yet, to tell the meanest truth, no single little erg
Betrays the native lassitude of toads
Or so says Jim
For Jim despairs of all the good that shines athwart each day,
On those whom blatant hebetude condemns
And yet, to give the man his due, had his desires held sway
There would have been no dresses on our hems
Or thus thinks Tom
But Tom's a man whose intellect could not outwit a brick
For those with whom I greatly sweep the street
Whose slow imaginations tick
And nuzzle 'gainst our feet
Or so says Jim
Jim and Tom, those worthy beaux,
Neither follows the other's nose
Except in search of odiose
Adjuncts to their pose
Contributors: | Apsley, olaf, Chevalier, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 29th January 2007 by Apsley. |