Holding Nigella Lawson's Python
Whenas April with his sweet showers
Comes some time after Mardi Gras
Then birds asong are in their bowers
A-pecking of the lard
And preening oft the feathers long
And a-inging "cuck-oo" all day long
In honour of the Bard
When March comes in like a lioness
And howls for all to hear
Then lovers must forsake their shyness
Drowning lust in ginger beer
And grinning like the Cheshire cat
Who, for that, is not as fat
As Mr Blobby, my dear
And February, who can tell
Its cadence, brings a pleasant chill
To poor, young, shoeless Little Nell
Who lives upon the browless hill;
And dines on frozen grubs and snails
The like of which is told in tales
To fright the young, as such tales will
In June the weather turns to rain
And brings our spirits low
Whereas the Pope takes out his train
And waves it to and fro
In sleet and hail I plant a fir
In memory ot those who were
Asitting on a gate
I wonder where I lost my hair
Perhaps it fell out in Peru
Maybe I'll ask Paddington Bear
To give me some hot Irish stew
Or pour me a glass of brew
While I sit on the stair
Knitting new socks for you
Contributors: | Apsley, Hamish, Anon., TG, Rippy, Witless wonder, madge. |
Poem finished: | 27th April 2000. |