Dear Gordon, a man of the sea,

Invited a shark round for tea,

It ate all the food,

And then in a mood,

Ate Gordon and Jeff and a tree.

******

Our Alan whose blond locks none finer,

Is sometimes a bit of a whiner,

He wanted to fly,

TB1 in the sky,

But Scott only gave him a shiner.

******

Now where is John in the birth race?

Is second or third the right place?

He gets in a strop,

When us writers write rot,

And disappears back into space.

******

Yeh, Scott, you're a hero I know,

So perfect I just wanna throw,

I wish you would make,

One tiny mistake,

Well you will in my next plot, ho, ho!

******

Ah, Virgil, the best of the lot,

He's gorgeous and dreamy and hot,

His brothers are green,

Because he's the cream,

And his rocket is bigger than Scott's!