a ping rings so slight <br />off our submarine hull <br />faces go white <br />this isn't a drill <br /> <br />the skipper regards us <br />with a look that is hard <br />says 'Who dared to bring <br />their damn credit card? ' <br /> <br />'Please sir, it's me sir' <br />I step forward and 'fess <br />'You fool! ' he hissed <br />Your payments you've missed! ' <br /> <br />'We'll be drowned in high fees <br />snagged in red tape <br />we'll never get free <br />with their new interest rates! ' <br /> <br />'Dive deep! ' he commands <br />'We're in hot water now! <br />But we'll try to escape <br />their collections so foul! ' <br /> <br />The pinging grows louder <br />we sweat and we fret <br />their intent is avowed <br />to collect on the debt <br /> <br />Then explosions begin <br />our position looks bleak <br />Final notices pour in <br />through thousands of leaks <br /> <br />'that's the end of us lads <br />we'll sink no more barges <br />It seems they are dropping <br />those bloody late charges! ' <br /> <br />The Captain eyes me <br />bills up to his waist <br />growls 'this wouldn't have happened <br />if you'd paid with due haste! ' <br /> <br />'Pardon me, Sir' I gasp <br />in our pocket of air <br />'these aren't my bills <br />- that's YOUR name here' <br /> <br />(hope you liked this poetic sub mission, er.. submission!)<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hunt-for-red-october/
