Fitting Words
Saturday, November 06, 2004
 

A cheetah escaped today

A cheetah escaped today:
Pull out all the stops;
Call the organs of state to play;
Ensure all follow the SOPs;
Keep the public at bay.
A cheetah escaped today.

A cheetah escaped today:
Convene the BOI;
Prepare the spin for the press
(Never call it a lie);
Don't panic unless
A cheetah escaped today.

A cheetah escaped today:
This is not a drill
But don't be ready to pray;
It's all grist to the mill:
The animal's not Cat. A.
A cheetah escaped today.

A cheetah escaped today:
There goes their quest
To make it a contact sport.
'Thank god', all of the rest
Of us quietly retort.
A cheetah escaped today.

A cheetah escaped today:
The Management's on top of
The situation it seems.
Chiefs we have a lot of
And memos by the reams.
A cheetah escaped today.

A cheetah escaped today:
Excitement for our head.
Our body and our legs
Managed in good stead
Despite the thinning it begs.
A cheetah escaped today.
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INDEX
I Am the Very Model of a Model Singaporean
The Esplanade (reprise)
PAy Per View (Reprise 05/2006)
Shadow Cats
A Cheetah Escaped Today
Untitled/Epigram
Elephants Aphasia
Acrostic: A heart in 3 beats
For the rest of my life
An Iambic Tetrameter
Leaving The Fold
Fitting Words
I read a poem
Wanda Lust
Eternal Verities
On Not Having A Clue
Four Iambs and a Trimeter
We Walked On
Poetic Usage
Bus Ride
Paper View
Doing it
A Nonsense
The Waiting Room
Nocturne
Elephantiasis
Rain
My desk and what sonnet
On Learning The True Value Of Creativity
Coffea Arabica, or The Human Bean
Sing A Poor Song
The Esplanade
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