All Things Can Be Overturned In Time
Join the dance, you naiads all,
'Til all lagoons are frozen
Until dusk's leaden shadows fall
And make us put our cloze on
Until then we'll have a ball
The Captain, Cox and Boatswain
We'll all be do-si-dos'n
Join the feast, you satyrs all,
'Til every gut is sated
And then we'll make an obscene call
To folk unjustly fêted
But first let's hang out in the mall
In garb obscure and dated
Envoi
Dance and feast, tear up the rug
And smash the smug
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Beefy, F, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 24th November 2004 by F. |