Vulva buoy
Give me a coin and pass by
My terrier and my balloon
Are all that comfort me now
When cider, cementing and spoon
Become but the blink of an eye
And victims of destiny's plough
Give me a nod and a wink
That tells of a hemline advanced
Beyond common decency's range
In ballrooms where nobody danced
Save those sporting ankle-length mink
All spotted with mildew and mange
Give me a reason to fly
Or at least not to sink like a stone
My family have left me quite skint
They're refusing to answer the phone
They never acknowledge that I
Am hobbled, for want of a splint
Give me your money, or die
From a virulent plague of the soul
That only pariahs can cure;
Let me not stay on the dole!
Give me enough means to try
Lest 'more' be mutated to 'fewer'
Give me a ring, and we'll chat
In parks, where the Juggernauts roar
And children lie drowned in the pond
For if we're too proud to be poor
We'll have to admit that that's that
And benison blossoms beyond.
| Contributors: | TG, Roland, P. |
| Poem finished: | 14th May 1999. |