Three Men Of Gotham

[roxy]

by Thomas Love peacock


Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gotham's three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine;
And your ballast is old wine.

Who art thou, so fast adrift?
I am he they call Old Care.
Here on board we will thee lift.
No: I may not enter there.
Wherefore so? 'Tis Jove's decree,
In a bowl Care may not be;
In a bowl Care may not be.

Fear ye not the waves that roll?
No: in charmed bowl we swim.
What the charm that floats the bowl?
Water may not pass the brim.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine;
And your ballast is old wine.

Comments

[tabaqui]

This is so amazingly cool.
I lurve it.
Fits your story soooooooo well.
:)

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* You are so cool.In fact you my dear, rock.Yes.

[tabaqui]

Dude. I'm a sucker for cool poetry.
Kinda like Xander.
*snerk*