[FOsen]

Ou . . .

Said Pierre, "We've no need to rehearse
What to do when our navy's submersed.
It’s not our fault they clipped,
Each Franch warship's equipped
With thirty-two gears in reverse!”

When the dent in the Vanguard’s hull blew
Some Jack Tar got bespattered with poo,
For Triomphant’s sharp tapper
Struck them right in the crapper;
Now the French have avenged Waterloo.

Oh God, someone, stop meeee!

Two paths converged down deep below,
The fault’s unclear - the limies, though,
Declare that they deserve a pass;
As proof, they cite the French sub’s class,
Which bears the name of Cyrano.

My nurse is bringing the meds now.