The Apologetic Polka
Escape these shores I must, and head for foreign soil
I am a Native Son, thus suffer some turmoil
Ma keeps nagging get a job and feeding me castor oil
Yet any thought of stepping off Lon Gisland makes me boil
Pursue those gals I must, and head for cabarets
I am a Modern Man, so must avert my gaze
Pa just scowls at my arrogance, eating chips and mayonnaise
Yet any thought of nudity still leaves me in a daze
Escape my dreams I must, and head for safer ground
I am a Highland Chief, and sheep I must unbound
I tired to swim Loch Ness and begorra, almost drowned
Yet any thought of leaving Nessie turns me back around
Pursue those fish I must, and head for open seas
I am a Chip Shop Man; they go with chips and mushy peas
I find that eating oily fish can limber up my knees
Yet any thought of sailing puts my stomach ill at ease
Escape this life I must, and head for pastures new
I am a Cowpoke Dude, rustic through and through
I'm going to head down under, to herd wallaby and 'roo
Yet any thought of eucalyptus makes me lose my stew
Contributors: | N, F, Dassn't Say, Kansas Sam, Beefy, archaeopteryx, Ethetran. |
Poem finished: | 14th October 2003 by Anon.. |