The Leather Ambulance Crumbles
By dint of subtle mime
An esoteric crime
Was never brought to book
Although the crafty crook
Had mastered semaphore
A master of the lore
That hadn't, heretofore,
Considered all the risks
Remastered all the disks
With extra, subtle care
By colouring his hair
To blend more with the air
The thief remained unseen
Although the village green
Was teeming with police
So, as he took the crease
The square leg umpire, quite obese,
Detected, on the breeze
The sound of Granny's knees
As teaspoons on them played
And as the tea was made
From mud and lemonade
Emesis soon ensued!
And Granny, I'm afraid,
Said something rather rude
Then, umpire to the fore
We tallied up the score
With abacus of oak
And told the elvish folk
This new and subtle law:
When eighteen stand on three
Beyond the boundary
With trouser-legs unfurled
The winner shall be he
Who circles back in time
By dint of subtle mime ...
We solved the cunning crime
| Contributors: | Roland, Bop, TG, P, Loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 5th April 1999. |