Lent Spent in Clapton
Canons to the right of me, and deacons to the left
Blushing nuns in front of me,
Who stand aghast to see the prelate so bereft
Of vestments, that in panties
(Upping all the antes)
Oh, no...it really can't be...
But who might take a view? No warp? No weft?
Penguins to left of me, and egrets to the right,
Stuck in the middle with you.
Could this be a rare fowl blight?
I doubt it with a vengeance,
Because, here at the entrance
Of the civic town zoo,
We've got a penguin barbecue tonight.
The savory feathered black and white delight!
Canned nuns to the left of me, and tinned nuns to the right
Metal sisters all about,
Who stand aghast to see the primate so contrite
And flying nuns all taking flight,
There's nun so blind as without sight
You are, my friend, exactly right.
And here's the moral of our tale:
Don't go dancing with a whale,
Because I fear that if you do,
That whale'll be the death of you.
Contributors: | Beefy, Stacy Alexander, Apsley, fester, E Greejius, fest, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 23rd November 2002. |