Old Sailors Poem
Old Sailors PoemOLD SAILORS SIT AND CHEW THE FATIN POORLY LITE BARS SITTING IN THE BACKTHE LIVES THEY LIVED AS THOSE DAYS DON'T LASTAND ALL THE GOOD TIMES REMEMBERED FROM THE PASTWITH THOUGHTS OF BELL BOTTOM BLUESAND THOSE LITTLE WHITE HATSAS THEY SINGLE UP LINESBOTH FORE AND AFTTHEY RECALL LONG WATCHES LATE AT NIGHTWHILE THE STARS AND MOONWHICH SHINED DOWN SO BRIGHTFAR OUT AT SEA,IN THAT SUMMER BREEZETHE THOUGHTS THEY HADWHEN THEIR LIVES WERE FREETHEY KNEW SO WELLTHEIR HEARTS WOULD SWELLWHEN…
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Open mouth .. insert foot .. I should have known!
Chief Lepien, Chief's get staterooms. See the Mess Caterer (btw that's you). Open gangway.
Were's my Rack .. when's Liberty Call?
DAMN MONKEY GOT INTO THE BEER!
BEER FOR EVERYBODY!!
Yeah Tommy, breakfast of champions.
I would like some good old monkey meat on a stick,and bottle of Sam Magoo oh oh.
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