Mine Shaft Mendicants, Their Oath
If I told you how I feel
Now that summer has been sold
Would your senses all go number
At a stroke. Future tenses
Will reveal the wiser folk
If I swear I shall not laugh
Turn a shoulder hard and cold
To the pushing of the boulder
From the brink: then our senses
May be wiser than we think
Thus, when times are harsh
And our friends are growing old
It's the Primate who pretends
Ancient lore. Such pretences
May reveal a richer joke
| Contributors: | Beefy, P, Roland, TG. |
| Poem finished: | 25th July 2005 by TG. |