Each Weary Welcoming
To redefine our clique
We need wean ourselves from chic
And unlearn how to speak
That we might pass as mute
While playing on a silver-plated flute
And when that job is done
We'll head into the setting sun
As tadpoles flee a gun
That we might pass as wise
We cross each other's eyes
Contributors: | Roland, Arnold the Sly Ape, P, Apsley, F, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 14th July 2004 by Beefy. |