Fingering Second Every Town
While blotting my escutcheon
I saw, to my surprise,
A Rorschach form was taking shape
Right before my eyes
While mopping up my luncheon
I was amazed to see
mandelbrot had ate the lot
Right in front of me
While sitting in my dungeon
I glimpsed, in wonderment,
An ancient stain shaped like a brain
Right there, that moment
While egging my old Dutch on
I was awe-struck to spy
A liquid smear below her ear
Right there, by her eye
So, strapping my new crutch on,
I marvelled much to see
Blot, set, stain, smear were all still here,
Right there beside me
Contributors: | Roland, TG, dkb, Apsley, fester, ellie, Hamish, Madge. |
Poem finished: | 15th May 2000. |