Ruinously Enough
An omission, in the dyke,
Is a curse
On those who care to take a hike
In my hearse
And then find hissing, on my bike,
No reverse
Pure obsession, in the dark,
Sha'n't endure
For such as we who, in the park,
Pinched and pure
Pretend to find some little spark
To abjure
Our commission, from the chief,
To desist
From what we do to catch a thief
By the wrist
And wrest from him all his own fief
Can't be missed
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland. |
Poem finished: | 4th October 2004 by Apsley. |