a ping rings so slight br off our submarine hull br faces go white br this isn't a drill br br the skipper regards us br with a look that is hard br says 'Who dared to bring br their damn credit card? ' br br 'Please sir, it's me sir' br I step forward and 'fess br 'You fool! ' he hissed br Your payments you've missed! ' br br 'We'll be drowned in high fees br snagged in red tape br we'll never get free br with their new interest rates! ' br br 'Dive deep! ' he commands br 'We're in hot water now! br But we'll try to escape br their collections so foul! ' br br The pinging grows louder br we sweat and we fret br their intent is avowed br to collect on the debt br br Then explosions begin br our position looks bleak br Final notices pour in br through thousands of leaks br br 'that's the end of us lads br we'll sink no more barges br It seems they are dropping br those bloody late charges! ' br br The Captain eyes me br bills up to his waist br growls 'this wouldn't have happened br if you'd paid with due haste! ' br br 'Pardon me, Sir' I gasp br in our pocket of air br 'these aren't my bills br - that's YOUR name here' br br (hope you liked this poetic sub mission, er..