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The River Answer.
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The River Answer flows through the plains,
Passing villages built there on its banks,
Where idiots fish for clues to their queries,
Where pedants parade in public their brains,
And insist that there really are no fairies,
And nobody ever gives you thanks.
The noise from a village is real evidence,
That they can squabble for hours whilst making no sense,
Dancing around a huge subject pole,
Adorned with ribbons, and set in a hole.
Some pull this way and some get confused,
Pulling the ribbons,
Tangling their hair,
Looking for the rising of the poisonous hot air.
A boat sails by, the Early Bird,
And the crew look over the rails.
The Captain slows down, to check on what's heard,
His ears are assaulted by squabulous sounds,
The arguments that fail,
The scratching of nit pickers just as he feared.
The Villagers gather on the bank of the river,
Shouting abuse and clenched fists raised,
The sight of them makes the Captain shiver,
No kind words and certainly no praise.
The crew are astonished, first mate Emmie can see,
This is definitely not the land of the free.
McMinty on deck soup ladle in hand,
The Scottish lassie ready to stand,
And Rowan too is ringing the bell,
Ready to give any boarders real hell.
More crew pour out from the decks below,
TonyV, Johnny, Paddy, Arrods and Smow.
DTCwordfan is sketching it all,
An historical scene preserved for us all.
The Abers are restless and ready to fight,
But the Captain makes sail and sails into the night.
And Nailits spear falls short of the ship,
Even Nomi can't spoil this trip.
The Captain summons the crew all aft,
And mounts the quarterdeck to speak!,
''God Save The Queen,'' he hollers at last,
''This voyage has now reached its peak,''
They have seen first hand the Answerbsnk,
In all its glory and tears,
And so it will stay for many many more years.
Passing villages built there on its banks,
Where idiots fish for clues to their queries,
Where pedants parade in public their brains,
And insist that there really are no fairies,
And nobody ever gives you thanks.
The noise from a village is real evidence,
That they can squabble for hours whilst making no sense,
Dancing around a huge subject pole,
Adorned with ribbons, and set in a hole.
Some pull this way and some get confused,
Pulling the ribbons,
Tangling their hair,
Looking for the rising of the poisonous hot air.
A boat sails by, the Early Bird,
And the crew look over the rails.
The Captain slows down, to check on what's heard,
His ears are assaulted by squabulous sounds,
The arguments that fail,
The scratching of nit pickers just as he feared.
The Villagers gather on the bank of the river,
Shouting abuse and clenched fists raised,
The sight of them makes the Captain shiver,
No kind words and certainly no praise.
The crew are astonished, first mate Emmie can see,
This is definitely not the land of the free.
McMinty on deck soup ladle in hand,
The Scottish lassie ready to stand,
And Rowan too is ringing the bell,
Ready to give any boarders real hell.
More crew pour out from the decks below,
TonyV, Johnny, Paddy, Arrods and Smow.
DTCwordfan is sketching it all,
An historical scene preserved for us all.
The Abers are restless and ready to fight,
But the Captain makes sail and sails into the night.
And Nailits spear falls short of the ship,
Even Nomi can't spoil this trip.
The Captain summons the crew all aft,
And mounts the quarterdeck to speak!,
''God Save The Queen,'' he hollers at last,
''This voyage has now reached its peak,''
They have seen first hand the Answerbsnk,
In all its glory and tears,
And so it will stay for many many more years.
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