02-08-2008, 01:33 PM
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Apocralypso!
The horsemen of the apocalypse have gone on holiday
They’re off to the Caribbean where the fronded palm trees sway
They’ve cast aside their day jobs they’ve packed their towels and trunks
On sun kissed sandy beaches they’re not the world’s beefiest hunks
They’ve decided to take a sojourn, relax and take their ease
They’re going to kick back, relax, enjoy and do just as they please
Death is paddling in the sea he grins from ear to ear
He’ll never get sunburnt of that I have no fear
Pestilence has a ruddy glow, he exudes boundless health
The colds dried up, the flu has gone, he’s really not himself
War is having a great time he’s letting his feelings take sway
Putting towels on the poolside recliners so keeping the Germans away
What can be said about Famine, well he’s not left the all day buffet
By the concentrated look on his face, by the food is where he will stay
Death he says to famine “Does the food taste good to you?”
Famine cannot make reply, It’s rude to speak while you chew
He’s devoured bananas; drunk Pina colades he’s gorged out on rice and peas
He’ll have to go on a diet, or the starving won’t be best pleased
He looks too fit and healthy to be starvations host
Bloody hell will you look now he’s eating caviar on toast
In the ballroom in the evening Death dances to disco
Travolta needn’t worry Death doesn’t steal the show
It could be the black cloak he wears or possibly it’s his scythe
He just doesn’t have the rhythm to boogie to ‘Stayin alive’
War is singing ‘My way’ from the karaoke screen
He hasn’t sung in tune so far it really is obscene
Pestilence he tries magic to entertain the audience
All the doves have died of plague it really makes no sense
Famine does his impressions of the celebrities of the day
His Naomi Campbell is skinny, there’s not much else to say
This poem may be apocryphal it might even be a lie
But I was there I saw it all, It’ll stay with me till I die
It may seem rather far fetched to you, it may not seem quite right
But I saw the horsemen of the apocalypse dancing through the night
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