M 32 Road Movie
These old molluscs, bought for tea, inscribe
No finer epitaph than lore of kings
For them that buy the drink that I imbibe
For them that sell the stupor drinking brings
And thus to prohibition soon subscribe
When we view them, gratis, it is plain
That they are not the clams that they once were
Nor does their erstwhile patina remain
For them that downed them yesterday with myrrh
To douse the equilibrium of pain
We see that, for example, they have lost
All vestige of the flesh, the carapace
Was shattered by a blow when we'd been crossed,
When leading with a trump drew out an ace
And caused the wayward cards soon to be tossed
Envoi
Fond old Falstaff - in the flesh -
Dominates Cordelia's creche
Whilst Malvolio - in his tights -
Proves a basket of delights
Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, Roland, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 26th June 2004 by Apsley. |