Swimming Upstream For Several Rhymes
Quietly humming his favourite tune,
The greengrocer swam the Pacific
And under the light of a silvery moon,
Refused to be more specific -
He claimed he was seeking the edge of the world
We knew he was mad as a hatter
He'd made up a flag, which he carried unfurled
And would say with a grin, "What's the matter?"
Then turn on his back, and paddle away
Ignoring our cries to turn back
His luck was due to run out any day
As he entered the Gulf of Iraq ...
Softly strumming his favourite lute
the greengrocer floated Iraqwards
The locals soon found that it's quite hard to shoot
When your mouth's overflowing with blackwords
Unable to kill him, they made him a saint
And sent him to France for a handout
He returned with five apples, ten litres of paint
And some duct tape to keep desert sand out
Now he prospects for American oil
Like James Dean in that film classic, "Giant"
And he staggers around when it comes to a boil
And at times can become rather violent
Contributors: | N, F, Apsley, Grayman, loaf, Beefy, Big Andy, Ethetran, asdf. |
Poem finished: | 19th November 2003 by Anon.. |