Wetness, Damp Socks, and Prawns
Although our raft is still marooned
The mast is up and cacrophooned
Each ounce its brightest burden
And while we bob upon the brine
Our discipline in sharp decline
It's mutiny now,we're out of wine!
So call the purser and his mate
Hasten that they not be late
The Captain?...he's got a date
The year was fourteen sixty-three
There was a full moon and minus tide
The neap was high, the nexus wide
The azimuth was steady but the altitude was high
Who put that potato in the sky?
And why?
The stars were all aglimmer as they blazed high in the loft
Silence was disturbed when someone coughed
A hat was doffed
...The raft sank
Beneath the green and watery waves
We now live in subterranean caves
I've had to move to wet shaves
Thus the moral's plain to see
If you rely on power, dont go to sea
Or if you do, don't moan at me
Since I am all insanity
Contributors: | Roland, The Agent Apsley, Grayman, nomi, Stacy, TG, Bernie Winters, Richey G, Becca, R. Gilknip. |
Poem finished: | 11th June 1999. |