Noah often said that it was lucky to stick herrings to trees
The rain poured down; the waters rose,
And droplets hung from Noah's nose
The clouds hung grey; the lightning flared
And Noah stumbled, sodden-haired
As waters crashed along the deck
Came flooding down poor Noah's neck
The chorusing of cheerful frogs
Accompanied a shower of logs
Which showered down on Noah's head
(The flood of logs left him near dead)
And, as he lay there black and blue,
A battleship hoved into view
The wind droved clouds about the sky
The rain still fell. Nowhere was dry
Except the inmost veils of sleep
The clouds were high. The sea was deep
Although all sense was all awry
Noah tucked into soggy pie
To soothe his nerves and peeve his wife
(The one bright thing in his wet life)
He flicked peas at her with a spoon
Flirtatiously to make her swoon
Alas, 'twas all to no avail:
The Ark was battered by a whale
Overboard went Mrs Noah
To feed all the fish below her
Poor Noah roared and wailed and cried
But the Ark sank and we all died...
Contributors: | dkb, fester, Apsley, Beefy, Fatty. |
Poem finished: | 12th August 2001. |