Apsley's Gannet!
When standing on my pantofles
A mile above the gorge
I wondered
Will there be antelopes for tea?
I knew them from the lawn,
And night club
They were a beast much vaunted then
And danced with one and all
And the Gannet soared above.
While eating meaty chunx
The Turkey strutted on the ground
And all cried out in fear and shame
For they were about to get eaten by the ferocious birds
The ravenous avians, terrors of the skies
And stairways
Contributors: | fester, loaf, Apsley, Matt, Anon., Turkey.... |
Poem finished: | 8th January 2002. |