Oh dear last nights dream was weird
And it had nothing to do with baby beards!
I was working back on an old ship
Taking a rather extended trip
I've no idea where we were heading
But the sea was calm and the sun shining
On board was something of a motley crew
Trust me, in the past I have sailed with a few
The skipper was Neil Armstrong
We knew he would not steer us wrong
Navigating by the stars at night
Our course plotted true and straight
During the day a tendancey he did have
Was to navigate using GPS Sat Nav
The engineer was Steph McGovern off TV
She helps present Breakfast on the BBC
She delivers financial and business news
But as an engineer she could keep those screws
Turning and churning out the knots
Using axle grease from cardboard pots
In the galley was Cheri Lunghi
Making a mean tortolloni
With lots of spinach and feta
It was delicious, I'd not tasted better
The focsle deck which I was upon
I shared with the remaining Pythons
Throwing up whilst on his knees
A rather seasick John Cleese
Holding on and hardly failing
Lord of travel Michael Palin
Acting the fool Mr Terry Gilliam
Shouting " Look how silly I am"
"Ahoy there and avast
Watch me climb the for'ard mast"
Then a shout from Idle, Eric
Warning us about a swinging derrick
"I want to watch Game of Thrones"
Intoned a serious Terry Jones.
We all turned and headed aft
Terry Gilliam still acting daft
Cleese doing his funny walk
Perched on the starboard bulwark
Idle went to push him in
Cleese admitted he couldn't swim
At that moment Jones dropped his teacup
And unfortunately I woke up
No matter how much I tried
Access to that amazing dream was denied.