For Tadpole Perkins
'Don't carry the coal to the amethyst pool,
Don't send the nursemaid to burn down the school!
Rest on your laurels
Dispensing with morals
And mimic the gait of the ghoul
Remember, the first shall be slaves to the last
Don't send the housemaid to clean up your past!
Burnish the altar
The pyx and the psalter
And lash all the slaves to the mast!
But hold, ye Martyrs!
Gird your garters!
Down your Old Malts!
And let's waltz!
On Wednesday, a lantern was left on my horse
A token, no doubt, of unbridled remorse
Why be forgiving?
No point in living
If all we can swallow is gorse!
Remember, our beasts have our burden to share
Each desk has its dust and each light-bulb its glare
Murder the squirrels
That roost in the Wirral's
Dark forests, though no-one knows where!
But stop, you cynics
Callisthenics!
Quaff your tonics!
Crushed onyx!
At Christmas, I sent for my neice and her son
But neither would visit; I fear I'm undone
Burn all the presents!
Polish the bezants
We pinched from the purse of that profligate nun
Remember, our kinfolk were born for our sin
Despite all the trouble we've landed them in
Anticipation
Death of each nation
Dissolute architects drowning in gin!
Contributors: | Mick, P, Roland, TG, p, Bop, Loaf. |
Poem finished: | 23rd January 1998. |