Reunions That Plato Forgot
Selected for his miseries
Along th'Appian Way
Rhys Jenkins plies his minicab
Most nearly every day
You could not claim it glistened
Or that its gears changed smoothly
But anyone who listened
Said its tone improved me
Thus he glides, the demigod
Who circled thrice the square,
Who slew the Palimpsest of Rome
And laid its nipples bare
Who cauterised the Pompous Fish
And riffled through its scales
Until the vaults of Heaven burst
And trickled forth a vat of ales
Yet gliding is his only skill
About the streets of Roma
Where acrid stenches cloud the mind
And make one think of Cromer
Where ev'ry other man's a corpse
Who changes gear like Satan
In the Pope's own parking-lot
Just north of Market Drayton
Thus he glides, that pederast
Whose very death I crave,
In vengeance for the catamites
He buried in a cave
In oversized pyjamas
That Nero threw away
Before the fall of Genghis Khan
(When he had had his day)
Envoi
If, to him, you'll give your fare,
He shall live without a care
| Contributors: | Surlaw, Apsley, Roland. |
| Poem finished: | 21st September 2004 by Apsley. |