.3. The Run Ions Poem by David Threadgold

We sailed all the world’s mighty oceans
In search of the land of the Run ions
They followed an ancient tradition
By eating raw garlic and onions

More than eight months we had travelled
We found them and rowed into stay
The tribe were surprised to see people
On ships from a land far away

They crowded the beach in their hundreds
Tiny round folk looking swell
But when we got close to the cheering
We had to pull back from the smell


© 2008 David Threadgold
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