Doggerel for the Discerning from the Bard of Burneside ...
Friday, February 01, 2013
Question From A Supernumerary
I feel a little in the way, a nuisance I suppose;
I'm like a green carbuncle on a supermodel's nose.
A fly found in the ointment, a worm upon a plate,
A banker's contribution to a probity debate. A vegan at a hog roast, a snake inside a boot, The water lapping at the feet of mighty King Canute. A politician's promise, a long forgotten vow, As useful as a set of wheels and jet pack on a cow. I feel somewhat superfluous, important I am not, As vital to the circumstance as camels on a yacht; And so I have a question, asked with due humility, Within an endless universe, what is the point of me?