Wizened Thoughts for Yesterdays' Leak
Tesseracts were falling as if falling were the rage
Never mind the diety who looked half the parson's age,
Or could not spell for toffee or any soft cold fruit
That he found within the pockets of his underwater suit
But when it started leaking, everything was moot
Diadems, crowns, tiaras, they always make a stir
Especially when basking in a counterpoint of fur
Those lucious lacey cumquats turned pickled in the spring,
Which, when it comes to spelling, is not their better thing
But literacy answers haste with aimless wandering
Contributors: | The Agent Apsley, Stacy, P, nomi, TG, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 23rd April 1999. |