Pointless Goodness
"The End is near!" the Bellman cried
"Get out of here!" the Barman sighed
"I'll drink your beer!" the Yeoman lied
And so, The End began
At forty fathoms, snow appeared
It all befell just as we'd feared
Thank God I was in the can
"A new Beginning!", cried the mate
"This isn't winning! Unload the freight!"
At these commands, they hesitate -
And so, the Beginning ended
In Fulham Broadway shunting-yard
They strove to load, but tried too hard
For ills to be amended
Contributors: | asdf, jm, F, Apsley, Beefy, TG, Amy H.. |
Poem finished: | 31st December 2004 by Beefy. |