All My Cousins, Surely
Goatish hovels - for the poor?
Rather let us hope
That Emily from Chandrapuhr
Will spurn the velvet rope
In high disdain
Her floating robe of silken white
Shimmers on the throne
That Emily from Augenscheidt
Had fashioned from a scone
In old Bahrain
For Emily's a stately chick
Silent as a rake
And likes to wave a brazen stick
Or else a piece of rotting hake
In Penny Lane
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, Shipp. |
Poem finished: | 25th February 2004 by Anon.. |