Vogon’s Corner: Ode to an Autumnal Hangover

There appears to be a wildebeest in my head, stampeding,
Bouncing off the walls and generally misbehaving,
It must have been there hiding in that cask of Old Peculiar -
It’s like a cow, you see, but around the front its woolier -
You say you have one, too? Then surely there were two!
Squashed inside that cask of Old -

Peculiar, wouldn’t you say?
A brace of wildebeesties hiding in a common barrel?
Can it be right in any way?
Two bovines, riled and yeasty, biding at their frothing peril?

I merely raise the question -
Please reserve your rapt attention -
For I feel I must make mention
Of the ample contradiction in scale,
Which one simply cannot fail appreciate
Is somewhat inappropriate,
Tangentially unfortunate,
And quite beyond the pail.

The moral of this ditty,
The themes between the lines,
Contemporaneously,
Quite slip the writer’s mind.