Fellow Unravellers
I'd like to raise a glass to my friends across the sea
And hope that they will fill it up with ale
Or maybe I will settle for another cup of tea
Or perhaps a pull of Guinness or poteen beyond the pale
I'd like to take a break at 'The Jolly Rat and Fiddle'
Or have some fish and chips at some small pub
Plantains at Hiram Bithorn while scouting Rocky Biddle
Or fiddle with my duckie in the tub
With punt-poles proud, pierce your gaily-boatered pals!
(Quick, Lads! Take the Triumph's key - I'm drunk!)
And then adjourn for crumpets and a glass of Aunty Sal's
Spermatazoa cocktail. Who'd'a thunk, Who'd'a thunk?
So let us raise that glass to our chums across the brine
And hope their boiled dinners are kept hot
Or maybe we should settle down and finish off the wine
Such culture's wasted on that stuck-up incoherent lot
Contributors: | Beefy, loaf, snood, Dassn't Say, Irene Adler, wah, Kansas Sam, TG, F, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 29th September 2003. |