brian roy skyers


Boris To The Rescue - Poem by brian roy skyers

Here we are on our way in our brand new bus
We’re all eager and excited, at least some of us
We’re on our way to Luton Town
We’ve stopped but we haven’t broken down(wink wink)
Looking for passengers on the hard shoulder
An hour later, we’re still looking far and yonder
Rescue will come, we don’t know how
I’d suggest we hitch up to that cow
We’ve got a man who’ll save the day
His name is Boris and he’s on his way
He sends a message “Fear not, harbour no mortal dread
You can survive thirty days before you are dead”.
We won’t be bowed, we’ll keep a stiff upper lip
After all, there’ll always be another trip.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 20, 2011


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