Zimmerman's Sour Grapes
My lamp-post charm, my seventh life
My telegraphic nubile wife
My warehouse eyes, my Nubian gong
My potent sense of right and wrong
Take them every one, the sacred and profane
And turn them into novels with some ungodly name.
Oh mynah-bird! Despondent chump!
Oh, makes love in the garbage dump!
Obese and awkward, oversexed
One would say he's surely vex'd!
But take him, everyone, the callous and confused
My winning grin, my talking cat,
My acrobatic necrobat
My eager plinth, my costive plight
We could go at this all night!
But let us rather quibble in the bracken and the furze.
While midnight denizens get gyre and smirk
We find that it's a loathsome quirk,
And less than half of what you liked was hers.
So let us now proceed to disperse.
Contributors: | P, The Agent Apsley, Roland, Stacy, Loaf, Kent. |
Poem finished: | 21st March 1998. |