Sausages Stitched Lengthways
The rats climbed on the rising ship
To glimpse the poop on deck
And duly curled the upper lip
And said, "Ah, what the heck"
For they were rats of noble breed
With silken gloves and wigs
Who dined on snuff and aniseed
And little wing-ed pigs
It seemed to heighten their distaste
To see the bosun's mate
Impale a maiden who was chaste
Upon the fo'c's'le gate
"I say!" they cried, "that's dashed bad show!"
And made him share her round
Which let the rats still stowed below
Enjoy the crunching sound
Contributors: | dok, Apsley, loaf, Erie, erie, Grayman, Beefy, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 29th April 2004 by Anon.. |