Distant Fashion
The tram that passed the Opera
Each Tuesday afternoon
Was not so much a cable-car
As a tepid air balloon
And when we strove to flag it down
It floated to a stop
And wobbled gently in the breeze
Outside the baker's shop
The Sachertörte in the shop
Made ballast fine enough
To vivify our wanderlust
And choke each passing chough
And so we passed our holiday
In ghastly waking dreams
And took a vow that, come what may,
We'd not go back to Rheims ...
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, P, TG. |
Poem finished: | 11th August 2004 by TG. |