Not Allowed In Our Picnics
A tide of rash assumptions
Threatens to overwhelm
The regular retainer
At the lower helm
How is he to manage
Why should he even care
If snowmen go to blazes
And sirens loudly blare
And flashbulbs full of glory
And quasars faint as love
Can never really make up for
Pandora's boxing-glove
A risk of tidal suction
Purports to entertain
The captain and the ratings
On the briny main
Who is he to linger
When the crow's nest falls
On the boatswain's finger
Or the First Mate's balls
Despite the curtain-calls?
For where there is a swelling
Ambulances fear to tread
For fear of fortune telling
Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Apsley, F, asdf, Dassn't Say, fester. |
Poem finished: | 8th October 2004 by Roland. |