Out on the cloth laid the brave sixteen, together with a <br />sauce boat and one tureen. A bottle of champagne <br />was chilled to the bone as it stood in a bucket all alone. <br />Napkins were set in all four places, so that the enemy <br />could wipe their hungry faces. <br />The turkey was carved but this was no Thanksgiving, it <br />was a table battle and it was just beginning. <br />The battle commenced as soon as they ate it was like <br />no mans land as they filled their plate. <br />Half a league, half a league as they grabbed spuds <br />by the score, then half a league onward they fell to the <br />floor. Sprouts to the left of them carrots to the right, <br />boldly they went into the fight. <br />Into the jaws of death went the brave sixteen, but the <br />fight was not over it was becoming a battle scarred scene. <br />Pepper pot to the left and salt pot to the right as <br />they charged up the table on a cloth of white. <br />Champagne popping like cannon balls as they <br />volleyed and thundered then hit the walls; what <br />a battle of these drunken fools. <br />Then all what was left was the battery smoke, because <br />right through the line the tureen had broke. <br />Then the white linen cloth was used as a flag of surrender <br />because the sauce boat got angry and went on a bender. <br />Cranberry sauce looked like blood on the moor, when it <br />upped and turned then lay dead on the floor. <br />At the sight of the carnage the maid retreated, it was battle <br />won and she had been defeated. <br />As for the survivors and the brave sixteen they now have to be <br />tortured in a washing up machine.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/battle-of-the-drunken-fools-a-spoof-poem-taken-from-the-charge-of-the-light-brigade/
