Words meander
What life in yonder widow wakes
Tis the porn and I am the fun
Yea though the wok is in the alley
It's Sallys and she's deaf
We will feed the weavil
And Marys kite ate her canary
Now begs my pardon for the show
Will my words meander through the memories of history
Or will they remain pristine and perfectly ignored
All ass poor Horace
Ignore his bell
And at the end of things
Will even I read them
And be perchance impressed?
Jan 2001 Mark Broomhall