Friday, 4 July 2008

The Gravy Boatsmen


A sea as rich and brown as this
Through meaty mist by cabbage sail
To shore of pea and carrot bound
We gravy boatmen all

“Ahoya, ahoy an onion whale!”
A spout of gravy spume aloft
Astern the smooth black body sinks
To depths where fork folk dare

But “Never over the side!” they say
“Sink fast in thick brown brine” they say
“And nerry see the sun again”
“A fate most foul of all”

“But whither are we headed sir?”
“To ‘tato hills all crisp and brown.”
“And soft carved acres, folds of fowl”
“A tasty promised land”

Oh sea as rich and brown as this
This meaty mist, these cabbage sails
My shore of pea and carrot dream
We gravy boatmen all

3 comments:

Adam said...

This is strong stuff indeed. I trust now you've alighted from Mammon's train we can expect more?

bonjoy said...

Quite possibly.
Although that one was a boredom inspired nugget, formed whilst killing time at the fun factory

Swilson said...

Absolute magic that Jon.

“To ‘tato hills all crisp and brown.”

Strong stuff indeed.