Integumental Teletubbies (Seventeen Hours Ago)
Mine is the eggcup, yours is the hake,
I'll watch the biscuit, you wash the cake
In red detergent, bought from The Mill,
Lathered with swill
Thine is the herring, mine is the coal
I'll rove the cosmos, you geld that mole!
Then in a jar, my Granny pickles
Elephants' victuals
Mine is the powder, yours the lorry
You have hysterics, why should I worry?
In a brown study, full of old tomes
Jezebel roams ...
Theirs is the power, mine but the glory
Yours is the myth, mine the mere story
Told by an idiot, meaningless cant
Not relevant
Thine is the anvil, cast out of zinc
Thine the aroma, mine the mere stink
Put them together, what shall befall?
Nothing at all ...
Thus, in conclusion, Paddington Bear
A jar of marmalade and the mayor
A sorry old tale, unearthed by the press
God, what a mess!
Contributors: | Apsley, fester, Loaf, Roland, Beefy, P. |
Poem finished: | 24th October 2000. |