Anthem of Unfinished Toenails
It's best to smile
When the track is lost
The extra mile
Is worth the cost
To those that pound upon the street
To find the gold beneath their feet
It's fine to stride
When the chips are down
The inner pride
Corrodes the crown
And makes it bear the brazen heat
To pluck a triumph from defeat
It's good to talk
When the fools abound
The knife and fork
The warm surround
The cruet-set, the dado-rail
A pint of Indian Pale Ale
It's bad to yawn
Upon mown lawn
To alter course
When speaking Norse
The Palinode, the palimpsest
It's time to rest.
| Contributors: | P, Grayman, TG, The Agent Apsley, Roland, (trad), nomi. |
| Poem finished: | 17th May 1999. |