Criminals in Poltics
The Captain rode to Hampton Court
Again
And in his mind was just one thought
Insane:
Yet not the Captain or his sisters three
The Captain jumped the freezing Ouse
Asleep
and jumped into his brand new jeep
Called Bruise:
Oh who to blame for mushy little peas...
From Omsk to Ayr he hotly held the wheel
Aloft
Lest any wastrel should its beauty steal
So soft
As any cat's fur tail might rightly be
The Captain saw the Northern Lights
Extinct
He travelled to the very heights
And blinked
At the rolling might of the angry seas
The Captain sunk another scotch
Right down
Tightened his belt another notch
In town
And said "Jim, lad, it's time to leave Bletchley!"
Contributors: | fester, Apsley, Roland, loaf, melody, englishqueen, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 8th May 2002. |