Frugal Jars Of Mine Filled With Other Piglets
It's a glossary, they claim,
But the furthest eye can see
No fandango in the frame
And no mango for my tea
It's a document pernicious
That my well trained nose can smell
Full of prophecies auspicious
And tartrazine as well
It's a Codex Ajaialis
Not that you'd know about that
If you came from Crystal Palace
And owned a three gallon hat
It's a map of unknown waters
It's mostly coloured blue
Like the uniforms of porters
In their least appealing hue
It's a guide-book in translation
From Gaelic into Greek
Indelible information
That won't outlast the week
It's a concordance, you know
When we agree to disagree
In bulletins heaving with woe
And the merest filigree
Envoi
If poppycock is what I write
The thankful you are not so bright.
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Lee, loaf, Beefy, Ethetran, jm, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 29th January 2004 by Anon.. |