The Spanish speaking tabby cat
is reciting poetry at the door,
whilst mice in the cellar are
rehearsing ” The Barber of Seville “;
Our memories are scattered
and refuse to come home when called,
crimson has been voted most popular colour
by Old dutch masters who no longer paint;
We avoid mentioning the room in which
the elephant sits for fear of embarrassing
those who are about to leave;
All of our spelling mistakes have been corrected
by those who cannot read,
and for the sake of unity with dunces
we’ve hidden all our wisdom
in a box in the garden shed;
A giant broom of ignorance is sweeping
away the detritus we called learning
leaving the kitchen floor spotless once again.
