Möbius Dancing
A cannon-ball into the pool
A scimitar under the bed
A carving-knife into the fool
Who tramped on my grandfather's head
Such is my message of doom
For you who would bump-off dear Nana
Or hyphenate piranha
That camped in my grandfather's tomb
A cannon-ball under the bed
A scimitar dropped in the deep
A carving-knife blunted and red
From its work on that hard-hearted creep
Such is my message of glee
For would-be killers of Auntie Kate
A tin of Sardines, a pound of Skate.
With that you can make risotto for me...
A cannon-ball flies in plain sight
A scimitar slices through space
A carving-knife guided in flight
Duck now or it will cut your face
Such is my message of hope
For those who either kill or cure
Use good old-fashioned rope
And hang yourself from a door
| Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Kansas Sam, loaf, Beefy, Nigel Sly, Gussie, jm. |
| Poem finished: | 9th January 2004 by Anon.. |