Poetry in Motion

At the prospect of writing some prose, the group turned up their nose, just wait, better yet, this is what you’ll get, and here is how our limerick goes:

There once was a DofE group from college,
Who were somewhat lacking in knowledge,
They took up a boat ,
And set it afloat,
Despite having got lost in Horwich.

Arriving in Glasson at last,
Alistair smoothly drove past,
He reversed through a hedge,
We forgot all the veg,
And panicked at the sight of the mast.

While leaving the lock in haste,
The Snickers were not to our taste,
While watching the breadth,
We neglected the depth,
And were consequently disgraced.

Listening to Flanders and Swann,
Our course headed to Yns Mon,
We all had a fright,
From a green flashing light,
Though it was only a Belicha beacon.

As we left Holyhead in a hurry,
Toryn told the group not to worry,
Don’t panic he said,
I’ve got some naan bread,
And a pan-full of pre-prepared curry.

While attempting a cunning stunt,
Eliciting many a grunt,
In shorts and flipflops,
With Yatesy and Topps,
Beavis made of himself, quite the ….fool.

Enjoy J