Pythagoras or Pinter
Tangents beckon from afar - with mystic hints of tangerine:
Speak that sentence backwards and you'll (maybe) find out what I mean
It worked for John and Ringo once, but Paul and George it failed,
On a dross crystal was Christopher Cross and Jesus Christ both nailed
Or so the sainted termites claimed in transcendental utterance
But we who clear the mess are just reduced to sullen mutterance
Our designs have been o'erlooked - with malice spawned by jealousy -
Andy Kaufmans hair in Taxi, looked to me quite lousy.
As did Babbage's brain, encased in glittering cut-glass
At the very central point of the Brooklyn by-pass,
Or so I thought until I met the Lord of Misalliances
And he showed me his book of sullen facts and bleak defiances
Heading down the backward path - with hope of solidarity,
Spawned by interest in all faiths, without intense polarity -
The wisest course must surely be to keep an open jar
In which such opportunities will be from near and far
Or so the Keepers of The Key would have us pledge obeisance
For this will usher in, they say, the Occident's Renaissance
Eyes uplifted from the fall - with inspiration gleened -
Keeps every workplace free from grime, yet inexpertly cleaned
The moral of the story is, if you're out on a beach
Where excavators evidence their patent lack for bleach,
Or so disoriented that you know not your location
You'd better give yourself right up at your police-type station
Contributors: | Apsley, olaf, everywordmeans, Chevalier, Nigel Sly, Angela, Ixchel. |
Poem finished: | 13th April 2007 by (Ixchel). |