Robbers Never Stopped Us Before Lunch
It started at quarter to one
When Dilys was scarcely abed
The heat from the sweltering Sun
Had singed quite a hole in her head
And caused her mascara to run
And melted her necklace of lead
She dozed off at quarter to two
The heat of the moment was past
But those who were watching her knew
The margin for error was vast
They watched as the ceiling turned blue
'Til Dilys was quite overcast
Time passed; 'twas a quarter to three
And silence pervaded her flat
Save the sound of a soft-turning key
And the creak of an aristocrat
Who gazed at her uncovered knee
As he swiftly removed his cravate ...
She woke at a quarter to four
Half stifled by somebody's weight
The silence was cracked by a snore
And Dilys began to deflate
The dinghy she kept by the door
For use when the bath was in spate
It ended at quarter to five
When Dilys, castrating the fop
Left him prone, neither dead nor alive
But somewhat impaled on a mop
The watchers left Dilys to thrive
And everything came to a stop
Contributors: | TG, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 17th August 2004 by TG. |