Criterion For Studiousness In Death
It was a very shambles
It was a sorry mess
She lay there in the brambles
Without a stitch of dress
I got a bit excited
And shot my heavy load
Which pretty soon alighted
On a sturdy toad
Fairy-tales of kisses
Lead young men astray
Into dark abysses
In search of tender prey
Frogs that cognoscenti
Would not rightly greet
Swell the horn of plenty
Wherever royals meet
And thus the toad, mutating
In our very sight,
Became a Maid-in-Waiting
Who knew not wrong from right
And thus, proposing marriage
To the nearest tree,
It hailed a pumpkin carriage
And found its destiny
Oh so princely! Oh so proud!
(So dear Gabriel sang)
It seems my panting was quite loud
For all the bells then rang
And mandrakes burgeoned round my feet
Into the darkest night
And fertilised that Maid so sweet
To share in our troth plight
And thus the species interfuse
As tortoise with the hare
And those who kiss a toad must choose
To love and have no care
And those who shoot their heavy loads
With all their might and main
Must suffer strange and rambling odes
And then be born again
Envoi
A happy heart goes all the way
Or so the normal people say
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, asdf, WS qua Autolycus. |
Poem finished: | 28th September 2004 by Apsley. |