The Fourth Alibi From The Left
Oh blessed fragment of the foam
Whenas monastic choirs do roam
In tippets of extended song
'Tis then the soul aspires to soar
Above the equinoctial roar
And save itself the heady throng
Between the second and the third
A microtone mimics a bird
In bakelite inedible
'Tis then the soul aspires to weep
Through broken faith and shattered sleep
Of dreams almost incredible
And 'twixt the former and the last
In search of time that's long since passed
We banter out the autumn's chill
Oh blessed they who relish life
For when such pessimism's rife
The very universe takes ill
| Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Surlaw, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 29th June 2004 by Roland. |