The tender behind-
-Salute The Battleship Potemkin, a Piersian invention.
"On the battleship Potemkin
While seated in the bow,
And trees upon the brow,
Of hills and pubs and churches,
Yachts tacking with know-how;
There's nowhere else to match it
And to this I vow.
The Battleship Potemkin
Has horses two point five;
No Quinquereme of
Is she who jumps and jives
And parts the waves Britannically
'ore Orwell's chops and dives;
She is most proudly nonpareil
She'll even save our lives.
The Battleship Potemkin
Is lacking not that much
But barebreasted figurehead
Plus convoluted gingerbread
A lengthly line of swinging lead,
Would add the Nelson touch.
