Baltic Bang
Do not go gently into that goodnight
Rage, rage against the flying of the kite
And if that seems too much, reflect on this:
A couple of H-bombs could flatten the Swiss
Not that I hate them, or not very much,
It's just that their knives, cheese, and Heidi, and such
it all depends on the circumstances
Waffly cheese? Just look at France's...
Did not Dirk Gently fight the good fight?
Yeah, but Lister and Cat had the balance struck right
Until they fell foul of the psiren's sweet kiss
At which time the holistic nature of this
Caused a surge in the flux to the hyperdrive clutch
Which caused the engine to strangle and thrutch
And put a swift end to on-board romances
Which caused no end of stolen glances...
Contributors: | jm, loaf, Beefy, Kansas Sam, Apsley, Lydia Santos, chaise, Grayman. |
Poem finished: | 10th February 2004 by Beefy. |