A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

Night of the Round Table

Spend a night with Prescott
He's got a lovely pad
Leaded windows and a dovecote
And a group that's really mad.

They'll stay up all night
Discussing what to do
Maybe it'll come to a fistfight
With violence and tattoos

With everyone's intransigence
He'll be pressed to make them talk
Or bring peaceful coexistence
And they probably all just walk


But here's to a night with Prescott
Let's hope he makes them network
And when their eyes are all bloodshot
Firefighters will once more work.