Try Sucking Your Ear Under Water
When lightning strikes at midnight
The clock strikes half-past two
And all the miners in their dens
Exposed to my unpitying lens
Are caught in derring-do
When midnight's children gather
Sweet pears and nectarines
Then all horses at the well
Will curse the fences where they fell
A-rupturing their spleens
When midnight feasts are taken
On platters wrought from zinc
I wouldn't deign to stuff my face
Or crack my chitin carapace
A-quaffing of the drink
Yet ... when the noon-day beckons
Banishing the dark
I wrap a scarf about mine eyes
And go about in thick disguise
Deaf to the shrilling lark
Contributors: | Roland, Grayman, E Greejius, TG, KT, P, Elizabeth. |
Poem finished: | 6th January 2000. |