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Smugglers
| by Bill Sapsford |
Smuggling is the profession for me
Making money by way of the sea, Under cover of darkness, on a foreign shore Gathering contraband, I could sell for a lot more. Gendarmes awaiting, but they are too slow Leaving me time to gather my goods and go. Easing the boat from the shore is no fun. Remembering, the tax man is a man with a gun So when in England, we'll stow away the goods and run, Run, Run. © William (Bill) Sapsford February 2016 |
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