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Snide, issue 1, May 1940
Page 23
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The Rocket You may say what you choose about tight-fitting shoes And sharp cockle-burrs in the pocket; But for sheer lack of comfort you must give its dues To the torture-machine called a rocket. If persistent and clear there's a noise in your ear, Til you'd much rather get out and walk it, That is only the jet-motor, back in the rear - They call it the Song of the Rocket. They consider it fair to announce, 'No more air! We must all hold our breaths till we dock it.' And if you protest they'll say, 'What do you care? 'It's all for the fame of the Rocket!' And as for the hold, with meats old and cold And tinned beans and biscuit they stock it. When you ask for a steak without quite so much mold, They say, 'Must conserve space on a Rocket!' When I get my release, if I'm all in one piece, I shall take my space-license and hock it. And then I shall look, with a club and a kris For the man who invented the rocket. - dfk 23
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The Rocket You may say what you choose about tight-fitting shoes And sharp cockle-burrs in the pocket; But for sheer lack of comfort you must give its dues To the torture-machine called a rocket. If persistent and clear there's a noise in your ear, Til you'd much rather get out and walk it, That is only the jet-motor, back in the rear - They call it the Song of the Rocket. They consider it fair to announce, 'No more air! We must all hold our breaths till we dock it.' And if you protest they'll say, 'What do you care? 'It's all for the fame of the Rocket!' And as for the hold, with meats old and cold And tinned beans and biscuit they stock it. When you ask for a steak without quite so much mold, They say, 'Must conserve space on a Rocket!' When I get my release, if I'm all in one piece, I shall take my space-license and hock it. And then I shall look, with a club and a kris For the man who invented the rocket. - dfk 23
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