Apologies to Lewis Carrol

T'was brillig and the slithey toves,
Did gyre and gimble up my nose,
All mimsey were the burrogroves,
But the mome rats still got paid!

The felonious mongoose sat awhile,
And pondered upon the songs of the purple toed wombats,
Damn those wombats,
And damn both of their songs!

Ode to a Blue and Green Mattress I found in
CST Bedroom One Midsummers Morning in Early December


O’ mattress, mattress, you did no wrong,
Except absorb bad odours, smells and pongs,
Contained in you, our sweat and skin,
And sweet, sweet dust-mites, deep within.

You gave to us a good nights rest,
You gave to us your very best,
U never did us any harm,
But certain people could not see your charm.

She ordered new, from Larry Speare™,
And fulfilled all your dreads and fears,
And condemned you to unending rest,
O’ mattress you must be so depressed.

O’ mattress, mattress, you did no wrong,
Except absorb bad odours, smells and pongs,
But now we must bid you adieu,
As you face eternal time off in lieu.

They may take our mattress, but they’ll never take…

OUR FREEDOM.

It is worth noting that the poetry of the Mongoose and the
tactical guerilla sarcasm campaign had the desired results,
and the mattress was indeed saved!
As a consequence of this, the provisional wing of
Colebrook Housing Society was born!!



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