Cling Not to Fancies Daft (with The Bateleur) by Oliver Sadie published on 2011/10/27 00:33:15 +0000 This poem was written and narrated by http://soundcloud.com/the-bateleur, inspiring me to compose and produce this backing track in time for Hallowe'en. Image copyright © 2008 Priscila Santos http://eclipsy.deviantart.com/art/Dark-Fantasy-77798795 ______________________________________ Cling Not To Fancies Daft written on 05 Apr 1972 by Lynda Martin aka The Bateleur Goolcuddy winced and Shameless bred From knickers half-baked brown Hell thrawlled and staked The winning mob When putrid isles did frown. Ducks craven in a muggy lint Were sore afraid for flight As oil, tar, bracken, yonder quash Spoiled everything in sight Smog jested spoons in lunchroom works Made way from dust to dust Interred the germs from frothy clouds No elephants here with must. Exterior plight – no uses here For dwindling is life’s stage As Daniel’s 70th week comes nigh Poor Ignoram’s clique spews rage. Have forth for what I herein speak Deeps deeper here of aft Beaware, beaware in terms of this Cling not to fancies daft.