Dear Gordon, a man of the sea,
Invited a shark round for tea,
It ate all the food,
And then in a mood,
Ate Gordon and Jeff and a tree.
******
Our Alan whose blond locks none finer,
Is sometimes a bit of a whiner,
He wanted to fly,
TB1 in the sky,
But Scott only gave him a shiner.
******
Now where is John in the birth race?
Is second or third the right place?
He gets in a strop,
When us writers write rot,
And disappears back into space.
******
Yeh, Scott, you're a hero I know,
So perfect I just wanna throw,
I wish you would make,
One tiny mistake,
Well you will in my next plot, ho, ho!
******
Ah, Virgil, the best of the lot,
He's gorgeous and dreamy and hot,
His brothers are green,
Because he's the cream,
And his rocket is bigger than Scott's!