In My Long-lost Wellingtons
Magnetic fields, an iron horse
Crafted on the air by Ariel's breath,
Headed off by fields of force
Into what is thought a living death
By those who cannot hold a firmer course
Magnetic poles, set to reverse
Left to rot by Prospero for life
Suff'ring the magician's curse
Pent in a tree, or heaving logs for life
Be thankful, for it could have been far worse
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 3rd November 2004 by Roland. |