Artem and I
Accipiters offend her by slaying unborn lepus
and yet the soft smell of gorgonzola returns me..
Anamnesis, Marcels' madeleine
lionized by fragrant riposts
Accept it or defend her by saving untorn letters
you galumphing, sadistic riboflavin!
Nor marmosets nor titmice shall we wed
Although we may indulge ourselves in a little light frottage
Accuse the Pope of excommunicating certain sorts of lettuce
and then he pulled lemons from his pants
and threw them at Jesse James's ghost wearing a frying pan in heat.
From Aeschylus to the aesculaceous in a few short hops
A cop-out if ever I encountered such a thing
And with that he decided to stick to nonsense and limerick from here on in
Contributors: | Glider, Paulo Costa, Zontar, Beefy, P, Devin Kendig, zontar. |
Poem finished: | 30th August 2002. |