Two poems copied from the wall of Voicestovoices favorite tawdry establishment in Veilgarden.

I. The zailors zail the Zee
And the bazaar will sale for money.
But the only place to sail for me
is the bottom of a spoon of honey.


II. The Rubbery Men carry stones
and pull them out of their chests with such groans
that you think they'd get pleasure
doling out amber treasure
but I hear they don't have any "bones"!

Song

The Empress's visage confounds and delights,
post it on windows for honour-free nights.

That Damnable Cat

"The Starveling Cat" is well-known
Its evil repute has but grown
But the rhyming device
Of repeating it twice
Makes a poet to leave it alone

- Delicious Friend hoshizuke

Fungus - A Roundel

Here is a celebration of fungus, written by that fascinating individual, voicestovoices.


When you love fungus you're never alone.
His comtess ran off; our fling has flung us;
her artist left. But you're not on your own
When you love fungus.

The spores were there when your first seed was sown.
The plants all cry "its scent will have sprung us
up from the moist soil with a loamy moan
when you love fungus"

It will be there when you're dead. Stalk and cone
climb up Hangman's Arch which has, well, hung us.
It caresses flesh, it embraces bone
when you love fungus.