Frogmen Imminent
'Tis time! 'Tis time! The deed is done
I have impaled a currant-bun!'
My fearsome weapon went straight through
(The sharpness was not known to you!)
And cut its evil heart in two
(As it might enter into you...)
'Hear ye! Hear ye! The bun is dead!
And I repeat, with mortal dread,
My fearsome weapon all should fear
Lest I with it them through should spear!'
With awe shrank back all people near
And went in search of fishing-gear.
Contributors: | dkb, Apsley, fester. |
Poem finished: | 20th November 2001. |