The Squid

by jerrontables

Here’s a thought,
Sweet friend of mine,
Let’s not and say we did.
Poor Billy Guy,
The last he tried,
Was eaten by the squid.

Oh fear this not,
My daunted friend.
I dropped eleven quid
For this Harspoon
here in my hand–
Let’s go revenge the kid.

With you and I and my spear here
we’ll fling ‘n’ flout the beast!
We’ll shove him in our oven, love,
Then CALAMARI feast!

I can’t condone tom-foolery,
the outlook fears quite dim!
That harspoon’s a goodly weapon, but
we first must learn to swim!