Cutlery At Noon
Silent in the dinner-queue
Artisans sketch nudes
While the little children do
What little children will
(None of them are prudes)
Until it makes them ill
When the matron tiptoes by
Orphans hide their heads
While the little children sigh
As little children can
Underneath each other's beds
Until they form a plan
Suddenly, they spring the trap
The borscht has stained its mark
While the little children scrap
(Aren't little children sweet?)
What seemed a merry lark
Must now seem dire defeat
Envoi
Little children, truth to tell
Understand the world too well
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Beefy, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 24th June 2004 by Beefy. |