My Favorite Plunderings
'Twas a frothy foam upon the wake
That day we sailed the stars
I came upon a filthy rake
Left in the ether by mistake
And sold it to the men who make
A seedy type of powder cake.
'Tis the season to be bold
And sail beyond the stars
To navigate the blinding cold
Some smallish planets in the hold
Some samples of galactic mould
Remedies for growing old
'Twill be an aeon ere the moon
become a knavish clot
To toil upon some unknown ground
We'll add this to the plot!
We'll hope it shall remain unfound
until discovery calls
a slithery wartsome bluish metaphor
Hidden beneath the falls
We'll hope that it shall rot unseen
Beneath the frothy foam
As Roland always says, "UNSEEN"
let's knock this out er' it's a tome!
We'll hope that from its unseen lair
The lion awaits its hearty fare,
and feasts on Dr Spooner's heart
(that eminently fickle part)
The foam subsided on the wake
Our tedious orbit slowed at last
We all knew we'd gone too fast,
Our brains were sundered in the blast
| Contributors: | Stacy, TG, Jane/PeterWRC, Roland, P, Rachel, Mick, Shirley, S.A.A., Kent, s.a.a., JKA, Bop. |
| Poem finished: | 4th January 1997. |