Bosworth: An Ode
When cuttlefishes congregate
(As they often do, of late)
Those of us with submarines
(Quite a few, by any means)
Go hunting in the lake...
Down amid the plankton dim
Where mermaids sing a solemn hymn
Nautilus and narwhal meet
And they'd dance too if they had feet
With halibut and hake ...
The rhythms are but of the sea
They chop and change, like poetry
| Contributors: | Roland, P, The Agent Apsley, fester, Loaf. |
| Poem finished: | 16th March 2000. |