Deaf Though They Be Dubbed
Behold the spineless fossil
I found it in my soup
Whoever gives a toss'll
Be less than cock-a-hoop
With it stuck in his throstle
It's bound to give him croup
Behold the Art Curator
I baked him in a pie
With carrots and potater
To hurl at passers-by
I thank my alma mater
Which brought me home and dry
Behold the tattered curtain
I shredded in a trice
The day I left for Girton
With a troupe of mice
(Graduates of Merton)
To seek a life of vice
Envoi
The eye of the beholder
Will weep on any shoulder
Contributors: | Roland, Padfoot, Beefy, Apsley, Grayman, Surlaw, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 24th June 2004 by Beefy. |