My funicular cutlets, redeemed
The Green Joy made the Queen wet with dew
Her Yellow Walrus, her Pink Kangaroo
The Happy one-inch Elephants waltzed with the other two
Causing orange newts to squeal, and fuscia cows to moo
Much happiness was made in folding doors of old
While the mouldering monkfish resiled from their prey
The happy-go-lucky troubadors grew so bold
As darkling stormclouds wax upon the dawning of the day
The hullabaloo woke the King from his dreams
who immedately left the building looking for some fourteen-year olds
Or else not
What
The elongated Avis repaired to his dim lair
with all the overcharges now going to the Judge
The happy toddler filled his cheeks with fudge
And spoke kindly if not sweetly to his bear.
Pterodactyls flew through the humming air with swimming grace
The lesser and the greater conversing cheel by jowl
The Lawyer gave in with a smiling face
And the monk sat wrappred in his cowl
Master of Ceremonies, wrote the Scribe
In his book of nefarious lore
The chief of police turned down every bribe
And still they ask so much more
| Contributors: | Tron, Loaf, cheezwizzard, The Agent Apsley, resilient, TG, Anon., Q, Ed, Snoopy. |
| Poem finished: | 30th June 1998. |