Riposare in pace...19 Sep 2017 17:42
There's a deathly hush in Sphere tonight the last man's in and more to make a bumpy pitch and a blinding light as Sphere heads to the nowhere site. Oh how we rung our hands in hope our Captain hands sodden red he smote....play up, play up and play the game he wrote! The sand of the desert is Proxima red the stock is jammed and the captains dead...yet investors cry "play up and play the game" And none that hear dare forget that England's far and Proxima is but just a name.... a name. This is the word that year by year every son must hear and none that hear dare forget Proxima is the game...a game. Over the seas and yonder Proxima divides and conquer the voices of investors cry......"Play up, play up and play the game!".... As the final curtain falls an uncertain future ahead those a bed pray Proxima like a torch in flame shouts play up! play up! and play the game!
(Aplogies to my mate Henry)
(Apologies to my mate Henry).