Post by Administrator on Dec 10, 2021 4:41:14 GMT
VIA: Joe Earl
I AM NO SAILOR.
The crew are just fine on their ship of the line,
Rolling and pitching in seas,
While making headway in salty blown spray,
I’m retching on hands and my knees.
She’s sheering and shaking as homeward she’s making,
Taking it all in her stride,
While I’m in the bog as sick as a dog,
Regretting this nautical ride.
I’m the colour of green in a bouncing latrine,
My eyes all streaming and red,
There is a long way to go - I’d rather not know,
As I puke and wish I was dead.
I AM NO SAILOR.
The crew are just fine on their ship of the line,
Rolling and pitching in seas,
While making headway in salty blown spray,
I’m retching on hands and my knees.
She’s sheering and shaking as homeward she’s making,
Taking it all in her stride,
While I’m in the bog as sick as a dog,
Regretting this nautical ride.
I’m the colour of green in a bouncing latrine,
My eyes all streaming and red,
There is a long way to go - I’d rather not know,
As I puke and wish I was dead.