Surprise Me Less
The trunk in the attic held something amazing
The fossilised acrobat swayed
From the lid of the trunk when she opened the thing
She swung by a hook from a cast iron ring
And all of the world was dismayed
The trunk had been put there some forty years since
By some family member or other
Perhaps the odd aunt who'd been wooed by a prince
With comfits and cucumbers, quinine and quince
Or maybe just somebody's brother
Yet once it was open we spun it about
To see what delights it revealed
Yet no-one expected the sickening shout
Of the dyspepsic voice of a very old trout
Which explained why the trunk had been sealed
He told us, "Pandora, herself, owned this box"
And kept in it socks to the thigh?
A handful of doilies, some igneous rocks,
The putrid insides of a hundred old locks?
And many a festering pie
So hearken, my children, and take careful heed
For truth is the mother of lying
If in solving life's puzzle you wish to succeed
And seek something novel to pass as your Creed
Beware of the perils of prying
Contributors: | Irene, loaf, Grayman, Beefy, Roland, Apsley, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 1st March 2004 by Irene. |