Here Moon, There Another
We sailed on the third of July
By the light of a coppery moon
To the tune of an endless night sky
To a subterranean lagoon
There, I saw his latest find
It was yea-high and barnacled, too
A steamship quite clearly designed
To fly: you could tell by the screw
It hadn't been used for an eon
As shown by the rust on the plate
I imagined my name up in neon
But alas, that would not be my fate
What was that noise? A creak
Cracked the quarter-deck's ebony shade
Swimming over for a quick peek
The use of the thing was betrayed
| Contributors: | Beefy, Francine, Anon., P, Kansas Sam, De Quincey. |
| Poem finished: | 7th August 2003. |