There goes another racing certainty
This door is alarmed
By the lady who farmed
Her tractor is broken
With venom unspoken
This window is closed
To the fellow who dozed
His pillow is fluffy
He's dreaming of Buffy
This gate is kept locked
To those who have knocked
When they are rejected
The saints are dejected
This verse is unclear
For you, o my dear,
But to cognoscenti
It has treasures aplenty
Contributors: | dkb, Apsley, fester. |
Poem finished: | 16th August 2001. |