A Poem for Fun (8)

海外逸士

There was a baboon,
Holding a balloon,
And playing a bassoon
Just like a buffoon.
A silkworm in a cocoon
Adorned with festoon,
Be put on a spoon,
Fallen into a spittoon.
I do have a croon,
Who is a dragoon,
Who can write lampoon,
His weapon is a harpoon,
Used to catch fish in lagoon.
I know a poltroon,
Living in a saloon,
Wearing a coat of shalloon,
Who can cook macaroon,
For his lunch every noon,
Or  for supper under moon,
Sometimes feed a raccoon.
Some soldiers from Rangoon.
They form a platoon,
Crossing a river on pontoon,
Either through a monsoon,
Or even in a typhoon,
Not caring for swoon.
Let's tell the story soon.