Doughboy Graduates
Cookies and biscuits, crackers and buns
Plunging through space towards far-distant suns
Guacamol', salsa, fondue and dip
This is the way to provision a ship!
Quarters and nickels, dollars and cents
Hardly comprise a fair recompense
Truffles and caramels, pralines and fudge
Melted together make sweet-tasting sludge
Doubloons and guineas and pieces-of-eight
Kept under my bed in a locked wooden crate
Flattery, persiflage, waffle and tripe
We're enamored of spin, devoted to hype
Boots and trunks, bonnets and hoods
Are eagerly doffed when we're in the woods
Krone and lira, rials and francs
Are hoarded in multinational banks
Bitter and lager, porter and stout
Are better than wine with my sausage and kraut.
Contributors: | F, Beefy, Will H. |
Poem finished: | 4th May 2005 by F. |