This may be my last post on Tap. If it is, I accept the decision. It is one of my odd poems, and is based on the mispronunciation of words like chimly, sumbarine mirrow etc. It contains STRONG LANGUAGE, so be aware. Henry, please feel free to reprimand and even ban me. That however is not my intention, and you may laugh at the poem or decide I need counselling.
The sumbarine Baking flinger .
He flang a pound of baking at the mirrow
while he stood on the sumbarine deck.
There’s a nucular power stashing on the horizing
and the capting said wot the heck
We’re trying to reach the horizing but it keeps on moving back, and stop flinging baking at the mirrow, you know the fuckin crack.
The baking flinger went all huffy, and stomped off below decks.
The capting however followed him, and grabbed him by the kecks.
Don’t stomp off from me he said quite loud, you baking hoying cunt
then he lifted up his foot and gave his nuts a right good punt.
To the baking flinger’s credit, and don’t be quick to scoff
he never even flinched ,cause his nuts had been shot off
He punched the capting in the belly, which caused him to go oof
He said I’ll get you fuckin back for that you baking hoying poof
Oh poof is it the flinger said, and punched him in the froat
there was some sudden activia going on inside the boat
While you clowns were fighting , we nearly ran aground
The first mate shouted loudly so they all would hear the sound.
That nucular power bit chimly is right down on the coast
If we ram that great big fucker we’d soon be cooked to toast.
Hang right on there said the capting, was it not on the horizing
and that was where we wanted to be, at least that’s what I’m surmizing.
The capting though surmized quite wrong
and they crashed and burned and died, all except the baking flinger, it was his baking wot got fried.