Member Poem

the globs as always kept galumphing on

they smacked their lips and lolled enormous tongues

I winced to see the brush and garbage stuck

all over organs better kept inside

the weather clots rolled in, the sun was gone

the native beasts, they took this in their stride

tho firmer clots they stopped them up like bungs

and pardisciples danced upon the muck

twas harvest time else I'd have left them to'it

instead I herded them into the chute

the tongues a treat for some, and so the knees

and from the lips a potent drug is squeezed

end of poem