Tuesday, July 3, 2007

"Prisoner of Prinsengracht" - A Poem of Lameness

Pity not the Prisoner of Prinsengracht
The victim of a devil clock
That did at 4 am begin to squawk

Pity not the Prisoner of Prinsengracht
who to his ass was swiftly knocked
Who yells, “On slippery floors a pox!”

Pity not the Prisoner of Prinsengracht
The man whose lameness serves as lock
Upon the door that barrs him from a walk

Pity not the Prisoner of Prinsengracht
The man whom passers-by do subtly mock
By striding limpless round and round his block

Pity not the Prisoner of Prinsengracht
Ridiculously attired in one shoe, one sock
Pity him not in day or "nacht"

'cuz Heniken beats Rolling Rock
Especially with the view from 841 on Prinsengracht

1 comment:

Lillian said...

We didn't know you were a poet along with your many other talents.