My Earliest Barnacle-Busting Memory
Count to ten, then start again
Or nine, and redefine
Six as eight and twelve as nought
Such truths are cheaply bought!
Take a compass and a spoon
Then turn to face the stern
And looking at the poop the while
Exert and feel the burn
Tense, relax, and then repeat
Those who complete will be given a treat
But them that stand upon their feet
Must not accept the tempting sweet!
Breathe in and hold the world at bay
While bloody figures fade to gray
Holding your faith in the new day
Until the dawn of Saturday
Contributors: | TG, Roland, The Agent Apsley, best boy, Stacy, P, Rip, Spawn of Rippy. |
Poem finished: | 4th February 1999. |