Afterglow/Puzzle
The pallid young apprentice
flicks lint off of his sleeve
I never thought he meant us
To keep working while we grieve
And the sixpence that he lent us
were all the he could leave
Too complex an apparatus
Too many to deceive
Two sets of books
-- hollowed and whole --
Suspicious looks
Glare on without reprieve
While words upon the scroll
Suggest that he'd best leave.
Contributors: | Roland, kevin, Anon., Larry Brennan, Vern Morrison, Kathryn Cramer, ambyr, Kevin Andrew Murphy. |
Poem finished: | 17th June 2003. |