My Slapdash Endgame
A Cautionary Tale
Three yards from the brink
I paused for reflection
Paused with my periscope poised
I started to think
Considering a change of direction
(I'm given to such introspection)
In search of a suitable ink
The cause of my doubt
I scarcelt remember
Lost in the lappings of Lethe
My risible snout
Full-grown since September
Now harbours a plan to dismember
All those I consider beneath me
But then I leapt back
Before my conception
Back to the biggest of bangs
The comforting crack
(But appalling reception)
Effaced my inception
And svavaged the void with its fangs
And thus, I conclude,
We all should be wary
Both of before and behind
With caution imbued
By postures contrary
Just like a canary
Of more intellectual kind
Contributors: | TG, Roland, Anon., P. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 1999. |