Near the Symbolist Palace of Atrocities
We start our tale outside a German wood
That gave its name to many sweet gateaux
That I should fain devour, if I could
Fight my valiant way to my chateau
Alas, my way is blocked by many trees
That resemble several fridges
And at this time of year I often sneeze
To free myself from midges
"O saisons! O gateaux!" the poet cries
In anguish at his mortal lot, through woe
And to the cruel heavens lifts his eyes
To see a strange contraption swiftly go
Above the thorny trees an airship drifts
That gave its name to many sweet delights
It's a big bugger
So said my learned uncle several nights
Contributors: | fester, dkb, Roland, Apsley, Lol. |
Poem finished: | 20th August 2001. |