Thursday, October 01, 2009The Hovercraft
Ben and Bob liked tennis.
Their goth friends who adored doom
To spend their afternoon,
They thought about attending
The engines always won.
He couldn't stand a gloater
His anger made him hammer
This didn't hold him back.
Ben and Bob agreed
But they missed Owen's show.
A former tumble dryer
Ben and Bob saw tears
They wanted to abandon
By savage dogs and manic goats
But Owen started talking
Engaged in steadfast standing
He told them many tales
But he reassures his son
His father's name is Edward.
It used to be a drill until
It took ten men to man it.
Edward spent ten years
After seeing Edward's blueprints
Or else he'd opened mental doors
The bar would be adjacent
A snooker room and music hall
Edward didn't take the chance
People would applaud
Seven friends assented,
They travelled for a year
They came across magicians
They brought back many presents,
When Owen reached the end
The sun came out again.
A line of trees and bushes blocked
Edward and his friends were there.
Edward spoke of foreign lands
The bar man pointed out
Owen said he'd do the job.
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