Queen Adelaide's Shapely Bozos
Twas' once the perfect time for wrath,
Apsotrophes at ends of words
Turn pedants into visigoths
And raw eggs into birds
Or so the learned cripple said
As he stirred his slurried curds.
That time is past, or so we think,
For teaching camels how to drink -
Just let them die upon the dunes
Whilst we dine upon macaroons
For see! The earnest cripple waits
For our crumbs, and salivates.
The time is coming, darkly swift,
When pelicans must learn to lift
The commas from their dusty graves
And come after the lusty knaves
Who wear pink-and-white-striped skirts
And live alone in seaside caves
Contributors: | Stacy Alexander, Apsley, Beefy, Barrymore's Ghost, fester, dkb. |
Poem finished: | 5th November 2002. |