'Too Many Poets'

Chris Copping's mp3 sketch here

Key to authors' pseudonyms

She called herself Godiva
When she surfaced long ago
She swam across the minefield
And tempted me below
I'm peeping through the blindfold
That tangles round my knees
It's heavy with the hangman
The sword of Damocles

She called herself Godiva
A fish without a home
She ate my nine days wonder
The honey and the comb
She came to steal my thunder
She said "I'm bound to please
So cross my cat o'nine tails
With the sword of Damocles."

Caught me on the quarterdeck, caught me on the hop
Line of least resistance, never time to stop
One suspended sentence still hanging over me
To chase a siren's echo across a silent sea

But suddenly Godiva
Goes back inside her shell
Waves are washing colder
It rings my diving bell
Ice across my shoulder
Feel my duty freeze
Searching through the wreckage
For the sword of Damocles

Caught me on a dead man's chest, caught me on the hop
Line of least resistance, never time to stop
One suspended sentence still hanging over me
To chase a siren's echo across a silent sea

One suspended sentence still hanging over me
To chase a siren's echo across a silent sea

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