Civic Pyjamas Akimbo
While editing the alphabet
(Trying to complete the set)
I noticed, in an alcove dim
An avocet, so on a whim
I took my crossbow and a bolt
And shot my big toe off -- Quel dolt!
And then a Mariner came by
And poked me in the leftmost eye
Until, as blind as half a bat
I tripped upon the welcome mat
And tumbled senseless; then the bird
Did dub me "Duke of the Absurd"
Across the threshold, through the jamb
Wielding an enormous ham
A marmoset, in grim disguise
Attempted to embrace my thighs
And ankles; with my bayonet
I soon dispatched him to the vet
And thus it was that, in a trice
I found myself the God of mice
Revered by droves of whiskered folk
Who plied me with the fresh-whisked yolk
That seeps from egg of avocet
The taste has not been bettered yet
Contributors: | Roland, P, TG, Linda. |
Poem finished: | 15th November 2002. |