Escape Attempts
There once was a Cornishman, Lee,
Who smiled as he sailed out to sea
But his boat hit a rock
And failed to make dock
While Lee had a nice cuppa tea
Undeterred by his first failed escape
Or the fact he was so out of shape
He fashioned a plane
Of candy. Insane?
No, not nutty: its flavor was grape
The grape candy plane flew too high
Then started to drop from the sky
As Icarus learned
You're sure to get burned
If you eat from the sweet that you fly
But our Cornishman wasn't done yet
And unwound with a French cigarette
Then thoughtfully puffed
While his kneecaps were buffed
By some sort of sharp minaret
Then eureka, he had an idea!
A light bulb went on--mamma mia!
He'd started to jabber
Some crap about ABBA
When his friend cried, "Gotta go. See ya."
While cycling on his BMX
He thought, "I know what I'll try next!"
Applying his craft
To a crushed-velvet raft
He augmented the list of shipwrecks
So that was the tale of poor Lee
And his constant attempts to be free
The moral is plain:
Do not try again
If you fail, quit like Paul: let it be
-~-
Contributors: | Godfearing scientist, Beefy, Lee, N, Dassn't Say, Timlad, Eth, smrtypnts, Kansas Sam, Karin, snood, F, Anon., Grayman, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 4th September 2003. |