Spoons Succumb To Fawkes
A stack of broken furniture is set ablaze tonight
And Erebus is brightened for an hour
By pumpkins sage
In middle-age
A shame it is that power can't provide sufficient light
A pack of wild blatherskites are braying at the moon
And Sleep is wasted hour after hour
By pillows grim
In boudoirs dim
Romantics such as we will gladly spoon
Contributors: | Ethetran, loaf, Apsley, Kansas Sam, Francine, Beefless. |
Poem finished: | 7th November 2003 by Anon.. |