The Tribunal of Paradoxes
Your words will be remembered through the years
No force exists that kills such bad ideas
And yet I have forgotten what you said
And memorised mine own mistakes instead
Embrace tenderly those well rehearsed tears
Your arms will get all soggy though, one fears
And such dilution of a former force
Will turn the very Pope to raging Norse
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Bill, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 18th March 2000. |