“The Thunderclown”
The Thunderclown’s face
Lies frozen in frown
His faux d’orange skin’s
Not naturally found
With a bilious heart
He’d send the ship down
And this just because
We’ve denied him the crown
Our gunwales awash
A gash in the bow
Sails all torn up
And twisted around
He’d leave us to founder
Then laugh as we drown
First Scylla, Charybdis
And now Thunderclown.
Yet all is not lost
There’ll be no retreat
We’ll ride a cracked mast
Past the ruinous reef
Heave off the barrels
And unleash the grape
Seize the clown’s banner
To flaunt as a cape
Let’s long and at last
Leave his heresies burned
The time is well nigh for
A lesson hard learned
With wine and in song
’tis our sands to roam
And toast our best hopes
Over yesterday’s bones.
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