Her Promiscuity Made Good
Shall I compare thee to a coach and four?
Your mouth is big, but bigger still its door
And wider than the ocean are your eyen
I'd say they nade me sigh, but I'd be lyin'
Shall I compare thee to a large green loaf?
It is more green, but you're the bigger oaf
And deeper than the ocean your betrayal
And slower to repent than British Rail
Shall I compare thee to a herring pie?
Stargazy, rank, and fishy eyed,
Like some dead boatyard on the River clyde
Or Dumbarton rock; dead ,solid, and slimed.
Shall I compare thee to a wooden stair?
Ascending steeply, heading God Knows where
To blackness, grim and times a bleeding
Not quite unlike where civilisation is leading
Shall I compare thee to a mildewed urn?
Such is the refuge that I always yearn:
All tanin stained and musty warmed
your nose is really very badly formed
Contributors: | Apsley, fester, TG, MRQ, Grayman, Anon., HOG, ellie. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2000. |