I remember the Man from Atlantis from forty years ago
I watched his show when I was a kid
The man with webbed hands and feet swimming underwater
He was cool in his aquatic world
But I've an improvement
The Man from Atlantis needs a keel for better buoyancy
Just like a submarine
Increasing his amphibious abilities
Where he can effortlessly rise and fall
He needs a big fourteen inch nose
When it’s hard he rises
And when flaccid he falls
Other than aiding his nautical escapades the mermaids will love it
That’s if he can find out there to put it!
Other than sucking it off and doing a bit wank
And what of raunchy sex with fish?
Don’t go there coz it’s illegal
At least on land
Underwater, who cares if the Man from Atlantis is a fish fecker?
Who’s gonna stop him?
But he fecks many Red Commie CCCP corrupt turtles
They still don’t know who their daddy is
And thus are all still barstewards
There you have it
An improved the Man from Atlantis with his big black nose
Saving the world and pleasuring women and mermaids
Coming to a cinema near you soon
Beware the moment when the mind
Becomes aware that all is well
No fecks, no fears, no fault to find
Just jolly tales of joy to tell
All happiness and all good things
Are here within the now and here!
The fool from on the rooftop sings
As all the angels disappear
And demons gather on the hill
Attracted by his careless cry
To watch him fall, as fall he will
As all things fall that fly too high
And shine too bright, and fly too fast
Enjoy the moment. See, it's passed...
© Gail Foster December 6th 2017
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