Sleeping is no Phenomenon
Tinctures of old lead
A serpent in a tree
A pair a-coupling there
Concealed for all to see
Prioress out for love
May day dawning
In December's wake
Silence on demand
For Geoffrey in his lair
Whose blossom, when it falls
Upon his silken hair,
Betrays those up above
All day yawning
While the tree doth shake
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 28th March 2007 by Apsley. |