Raindrops Keep Dripping On The Photoshoot
Atop the hill the castle stood
Its turrets all ablaze
But how and when the fire began
And who or what the guilty man
And whether 'twas for bad or good
'Tis this inspires our lays
The fair maid trembled in the keep
Her ringlets all aglow
But who had made her shiver thus
And load one extra blunderbuss
And caused the maiden so to weep
'Tis not for us to know
The baron, sprawled on cobblestones
With hip flask in his hand
But why he could not drink the brew
And why he'd dashed aside the stew
And cursed, in ringing tones
'Tis hard to understand
And, on the crane, the cam'ra crew
Equipment all a-whir
But what they really hoped to gain
And why they'd schlepped that bloody crane
To block our pleasant view
'Tis cryptic -- that's for sure
Contributors: | fester, Roland, Beefy, loaf, Grayman, Kevin Andrew Murphy, i amb, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 1st June 2004 by Anon.. |