A poem by Dan
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Our Captain
once ran through a fen But tripped on
his feet and fell in. While in the
green ooze, He fancied a
snooze, Please contact
this chap's next of kin.
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While diving
to Earth in one bound, Our Captain
tried spinning around. One complete
pirouette Without using
a net; Before being
stopped by the ground.
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The cobra's a
venomous snake Who lurks in
the sand near a lake. When resting
or sleeping He often comes
creeping, So when you
camp there; stay awake.
Our Captain
has made the mistake Of sleeping on
sand near that lake. At night
someone bound him, But old Jake
has found him; A pity that
Jake is a snake.
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-A drive with an angel- Loudly, she
yelled: "Look out bisons!" True, but now
they are sliced ones As the brake
hit the floor, Someone flew
out the door- {screaming} "Where did you
get your damn licence!"
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Our Captain
was stuck in the sand, With a
thumpin' great rock on his hand He sighed:
"Woe is me, Is this TNT?" They buried
his parts in a can.
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While chased
by a Myster'nised goat Our Captain
was thrown in the moat.. With rocks
'round his chest And sharks at
his vest, I'm afraid
that he's not going to float!
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Our Captain
was caught in a press, Which caused
the small space to grow less. As the great
spikes drew near, He said
without fear: "They no doubt
shall make quite a mess."
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Our Captain
walked into the room With a sense
of foreboding doom; When several
large crates Containing
lead weights, Crashed down
on his head with a boom!
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The colonel
one day for a prank, Was driving to
work in a tank. And thanks to
sheer luck, As the gears
went amuck, Our Captain
was there on the bank.
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A man in a
costume of red, Was leaping
for joy in a shed; A fire then
ensued Which
blackened his mood, And singed all
the hair on his head.
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