Commentary Arising From My Previous Uncials
Another riposte
With bacon and brine
Was it for this that my learning was lost?
Further refrains
Are surely a sign
That the baby with flour so soundly was tossed
That sugar and altitude dizzied its brains
Before it was trussed up with twine
And every retort
With bunsen and flame
Brought it about that my hearing was bust
Similar songs
With tunes I disdain
Do not belong in a world without dust
Or well-equipped labs or alchemical pongs
Like baby makes now and again
An eager return
With Kipling and Burns
To the masons all standing around in their threes
One chorus more
From each of our turns
Then we can all drift like kites on the breeze
Being blown to the nor' for three hours or more
we all wake up, huddled on the floor
Contributors: | P, Roland, Apsley, dkb, fester, Beefy, Stacy Alexander, melinda. |
Poem finished: | 12th January 2003. |