Fugitive and Funcle
Reading avidly, yet slowly, I devoured the novel.
And then, with alphabet gravy dribbling
Down my new polished browser module,
I expurgated every second page
While noting the time intermittently
Singing passionately, yet softly, I drove though the oratorio
But did not spot the part for my own sibling,
Despite the conductor's brave efforts
And sudden frantic hand motions
To alert me to my foolish neglect
Building carefully, but quickly, I renewed the hovel
Where Gretel clutched her brother, whose loud nibbling
Drowned out the polished marching squad who'll
Bite and bite - until I turn a page,
'til the gravy thickens
Moving stealthily, but subtly, I ascended the incline
only to get cought by the twisted vine changing the gravy for some wine
A boulder leapt past my right earlobe
I'm surprised the thing missed it was the size of a wardrobe
What's this I feel, do I detect a swelling of the cranium
Assuredly not!
Contributors: | Apsley, dan, Beefy, fester, Nigel Sly, john, Anon., milt. |
Poem finished: | 4th April 2002. |