In the sun-fried fathoms of a once fantastic friend A few fluke fantasists were drying on a bend One fluke read out his fan mail from his final feather bed
Then woke to find that in the light he'd met his morning, dead. The flukes forwent the festal fuss that followed his farewell Cracked bed forlorn feigned sorrow, felt his fellow feelings well.
Then tolled its final foldaway to fight fears of bed-hell But filmed the footage for the folks that forayed Cable-Tel. And when hot's footsteps stopped upon the crumbly top infill
The bedyard's former patter tongues fed feet their half-quadrille As phagophantoms all flocked in to take fluke's eiderdown A flow of funny water slightly freshened all around.
Some new fantastic friends awashed with fantasies, no frills Brought pennies from a heaven fall of fluid from the hills By fluke for fluke and River Bed cold comfort flooded brook
And all forgot the sacrifice their fellow flukes partook. (Tomlinson and Jesse 1996) |