Within No Feasible Hemisphere
Why, when death inheres within the very egg
Do we all rate the omelette so high?
Why, when clearly we should pull the other leg
Do we kowtow to critics, hopping by?
We can't save our own bacon; we never made the grade.
We ham it up so gamely, yet pourquoi?
They of our kidney think "By God, we've got it made";
Yet which of us can fathom what we are?
The rivalled sonnet worms its merry way
To read between the lions, who should try?
For, after all, if night must follow day,
Cart has to follow horse. Thank you. Goodbye.
Contributors: | E Greejius, Roland, TG, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 27th January 2000. |