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The Barge
It’ll take 500.
in cabins with twin bunks
It’s not a Cunard liner
No need to bring your trunks
There is no captain’s table
Nor cocktails on the deck
No space for any loungers
On this brutal prefab wreck
It’s a worry for the fire brigade
Whose natural concern
Is how to evacuate the inmates
Should it ignite, and burn
Did I say inmates? A Freudian slip
But this ...
Wednesday 18th October 2023 5:27 pm
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