We come to sip the golden bowl
With parch’d mouths
And clear eyes
We hold aloft the nectar
We come to drink from the golden bowl
With thirsty throats
And outstretch’d arms
We hold to us the liquid
We come to gulp from the golden bowl
With drooling lips
And gripping fingers
We hold fast to the elixir
We come to worship the golden bowl
With bloodshot eyes
And quivering hands
We bind our essence to the poison
We coem to sip the gloden blwo
Wthe gaspng lungs
And usless legss
We grba on for daer life
All for the goldne bolw
Linda G. Hill 
Haha…love it. Was hoping for more stanzas!
Always leave ’em wanting more, isn’t that what they say? haha
Thanks 🙂
Well, I love it because at first it’s all poetic and high and mighty, and it progresses into this pretentious and wasted near-mess, and then just culminates into this hilarious, sloppy, almost Pythonesque ode to the Grail.
😀 Thank you. I’m glad you like it.
Oh, I do like how you finished that poem!
🙂 Thank you.