Who Spiked The Tea In The Officers Mess? Poem by steven mitchell

Things just don't add up
There's something not right
For half two on a Tuesday
This is an unusual sight
The officers are all laughing and having the craic
Mr. Cotter's doing the robot
And so's Mr. Mac
Mr. Doyle's walking backwards
Saying 'hello' as he leaves
Miss Flynn's disco dancing
Like she's just popped ten E's
Mr. Harris has lost it has his tie round his head
Thinks he's an Indian with his face painted red
Chief Wood's is trying to fight it
He's got his back to the wall
His eyes are like saucers but his minds on the ball
He know's this is all wrong and someone better confess
To spiking the tea in the officers mess.