Clouds In Angelic Underclothing
Swing down sweet cherubs and lie with me
on this gossamer resting place,
And make for me some afternoon tea
And clothe me in finest red lace
Before scurrying off to the pantry
To see what the housemaid has seen
Or be where the beekeeper strayed
To cut where the wound has gone green
And dig with a runcible spade
To find where the garbage has been
Descend, o priestess, and be with us
Drink tea from the finest Limoges
Your post-coital brow beaded with lust
Humming softly,Louie Louie we gotta go
Where Phantoms torch the fatted crow
To smite unbelivers with pox
And fill your rye with lox
A plague on both your socks!
It gives me writer's blocks.
Swing down, sweet cherubs, my work is done
, An epic piece that doth charm the soul
'Tis time to seek the warming sun
And flee the wretched Pole
While with the angels stroll
| Contributors: | Gabriel, Stacy, The Agent Apsley, TG, Davy, Barry, P. |
| Poem finished: | 5th January 1999. |