Stuffed Pets
Fill up my brazen pockets with the water of the Loire
Aptly calling night falling the coming of the Soir
An anthem to the spirits that inhabit lighter airs
A soul betwixt the hither and the heaven's sung-of stairs
Cast me in a cauldon with a feather and a rat
Gazing, eyes upward towards your witches hat
Where rhubarb and Cassandra lie mingled as if one
And never does a proctor seek to spoil our hapless fun
Guzzle up my crumpets with abandon and a fish
And scribe away the compliments you would shower on our dish
In this way, invoke the muse who triumphs o'er all
And scratch away the hunger that claws at stomach wall
Stand me on a hedgehog with a rabbit in my ear
For, in this way, the sonic boom I shall so surely hear
A rodent convocation with a monotreme in tow
Shall guide me to the valley where the dromedaries go
Purge me with a pike-shaft, set my nose ablaze
Watch me as the morning sees my eyes with pain agaze
Keep the aspidistra flying, brash in this false dawn
For truth is revolution, see the lies of routine gone
Call me a philanthropist, but leave my cat alone
Defender of the pussy is a title mine alone
Measure room's dimensions with a furtive feline swing
And ponder whether that, should be a your final fling
Send me sundry letters filled with luminescent goo
But end this rhyme oh end it, oh please oh please oh do!
For time can move quite slowly on a poetry computer
And ice-cream brains can stew!
Contributors: | Apsley, HOG, MRQ, TG, spedders, Grayman, Beefy, E Greejius, Spedders, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 3rd August 2000. |