Stewed Sea-weed, Nothing More
Pip, as a boy, the marshes trod
While Magwitch combed the deep
And in this fashion, sod by sod,
Both made a place to sleep
Where willows dip
Under the gallows, in the dusk
That cobwebs made their own,
Estella gnawed a giant rusk
Upon a dusty throne
A prison ship
Wemmick's castle, fit to please,
Entombed the Aged P
And caused him pain in both his knees:
Until his final spree
Where willows dip
Where Startop, in a sunken skiff
Wrought from a fallen lime,
Descries Estella in a tiff
About the proper time
Descries Estella in a tiff
For trembling lip
Estella cried, quick as life,
While Jaggers, at her throat,
Sought to imitate his wife
Who forged his credit-note
Where willows dip
While Dickens, in his reckless fit
At losing half the plot,
Lay poleaxed in a reeking pit
And thought upon his yacht
A prison ship
Pip, out of sorts, unleashed a blade:
Ms Havisham drew nigh
And gently stroked him near his eye
Unlike a real Old Maid
Where willows dip
Orlick; when, or how, or who
Our author seem'd unclear,
Yet at the limekiln, one or two
Broke forth, and gave a cheer
Where willows dip
Skiffins, stiff, with Pocket met
Shall dusk be known abaft a haggard Sol
slough away this languid mind you nurture
And forever grow in daily ruminations 'pon the failure of your life
Avast
And brook no more reversals underhand
Nor fool the nincompoop with shows of trust
That better suit the bantam than the bride
Cool, clear as ice, dwells shame at rainbow's rim
Nor shall it thaw, whenas the baleful glare
In dread awe tolls the future and must ride
Beyond old Saturn's arrogant demesnes
To where a deadly dusk lies -- entropy
To quav'ring hearts the sullen remedy
Will at the end all living things embrace
| Contributors: | Apsley, Surlaw, Kansas Sam, svidrigailov, Jeremiah, pog, Roland, P, Beefy. |
| Poem finished: | 16th June 2004 by P. |