When it rains and you must not get wet There are three things you cannot forget Your oilskin coat, Your portable moat, And your trusty forecast from the Met.
To travel to Mars is just spiffing Or Venus, Or Merc'ry. They're ripping But stay clear of the moon Or your find out that soon Your traveller's luck will start slipping
While strolling a golf course one night Two randy teens I gave a fright Their attempt at a snog Was now rendered "dog" Because when I've had a skinful of rum I get lost and my route home can become somewhat eccentric on account of me not feeling all that bright.
From Game 502 on MCIOS, courtesy of Rosie, yours truly, Stevie, Chalky and penelope This line has been disinfected And with Pfizer’s best twice injected So roll up your sleeve But don't be naive Immunity's merely suspected.