Delirium's Retchings
The rapid history becomes a page unturned
Beneath a lover's bed
When manuscripts by Dennis Moore are swiftly burned
Unread
His epithets were worthy of burning in the fire
Beneath a lover's belt
Or else the silken stockings of a royal king
Ill-spelt
By madams, cooks and darlings, all heirs to the throne
Beneath our strict contempt
For strumpetry and harlotry are swift condemned
Ill-kempt
The sonnetry of starlings was better than his verse
Beneath our vain behest
To go at once to Canterbury with hearse
Undressed
And so the poet's reputation lies in tatters
But nobody would really claim it matters
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw. |
Poem finished: | 3rd September 2001. |