Tower and Town, September 2014 (view the full edition)
Circe's Restaurant'IT'S WRONG!' he roared, and pointed to the bill,
'Your adding up leaves much to be desired,
Your lotus fritters left us feeling ill,
And, thanks to you, our meter has expired.' -
All round the room the other guests looked tired,
Wheezing like dons who've swallowed too much wine,
Purple above tight collars, and each mired
In thoughts too deep for those who merely dine,
The golden dreams of folk, had you enquired,
Preoccupied with turning into swine.
(With acknowledgements to Alfred Lord Tennyson) Mark Handley |
