Author's note. With apologies to Pam Ayres on whose marvellous poem

'SLING ANOTHER CHAIR LEG ON THE FIRE, MOTHER' this little offering is based.

Pull Another Rod Out Of The Reactor, Chip.

by Pat. Cave

Pull another rod out of the reactor, Chip,

We'll all huddle up to it's light,

We'll sit here and wait to be rescued

Even if it takes them all night.

Pull another rod out of the reactor, Chip,

We'll amuse ourselves with tales of Nelson and Stark,

And if the overhead lighting fails us

That's alright, 'cos we'll be glowing in the dark.

Come with me out to A Dock, Lee,

We haven't been there for a week or so,

We'll bow our heads and gaze in silent homage

At the empty waters far below.

We'll think of when we had a submarine there,

Which used to take us out in rain or shine,

Before we struck that rock which sank us,

And we'll make believe we saved her, one more time.