Swinging the Tarzan
They trained me, from mine early years
To whistle while I worked
To bother the ungrateful ears
of loungers where they lurked
While Tarzan, in the Public Bar
Wrings hops into a Mason jar
But no one trained me how to duck
To weave, to cover arse;
That I am here is down to luck
My life is but a farce
OK for Tarzan - on the square!
But me: I've stopped my swinging there
If ever Tarzan, swigging beer,
Lets loose of vine and falls
He'd land on leopard-spotted rear
And dodge all its attempted mauls
But when I fall I fall on steel
A curse on thee, banana peel!
| Contributors: | Roland, Beefy, Barry Fairbairn, Kansas Sam, E Greejius, loaf, Kevin Andrew Murphy, ambyr, clew. |
| Poem finished: | 16th June 2003. |