By Any Drowned Pavilion
Guacamole, whose brindled haunch
With pastry bronzed was decorated,
Fiery, lacking leotard
(For so 'twas adumbrated)
It pranced and jingled on the launch
That spun its arc through clouds of morning
To the first cameleopard
Whose loins no truth were spawning
Upon its mighty paunch -
Further, then, and frequently
And much faster than is wise, as well,
Spacious as a pelican
(Despite its quite disgusting smell)
It capered through digestive tracts
Amongst entrails endlessly entwined
In things not un-American
Too subtle for the mind
And so, because, was consequently
Set upon a stony path
Bedevilled by the stinging ants
That haunt the elephants
(All wearing nice, clean underpants)
I thought, at once, of sunny Bath
Which never takes a train or steamer
That comes from Froztsy stony Hants
But just sits like a dreamer
Atop the glowing hearth
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, fester, loaf, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 28th September 2002. |