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
Friday 4 July 2008
The Gravy Boatsmen
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3 comments:
This is strong stuff indeed. I trust now you've alighted from Mammon's train we can expect more?
Quite possibly.
Although that one was a boredom inspired nugget, formed whilst killing time at the fun factory
Absolute magic that Jon.
“To ‘tato hills all crisp and brown.”
Strong stuff indeed.
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