I've just had a chance to go sailing
I get seasick, I'll stay near the railing
When you're spewing your guts
Point downwind, you klutz
Otherwise you'll get really disgusting
I started sailing at an early age
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McTag
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Sat 15 May, 2010 01:21 pm
Yo Francis, it's got to scan
Listen to the man
It's got to fit that limerick plan
I started to sail while a child
But I don't go out there when it's wild
But nudity has its up side
Not so awkward, when trapped by the tide.
Though the neighbours complain
And start swishing their cane
Just show plenty of skin, and smile wide
I'd give my eyeteeth for a chance
To hold my lost love in the dance.
But the years intervene
So on memories I'll lean
and dance with newfound loves, perchance
If life has no meaning at all
We each should curl up in a ball
But there's wonder in living
Receiving, and giving
So I'll give it at least till the fall.
When you gotta go, that's when you go
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snood
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Wed 18 Aug, 2010 06:54 am
(loved that, McT!)
When you gotta go, that's when you go
To where? That's what nobody knows
When you gotta go, that's when you go
To where? That's what nobody knows
Is it halo-y, harp-y
Or hot, pinchy, sharpy?
Or could be you just help the grass grow
Them Pearly Gates are awfully small
And that's if there are Gates at all.
I'd much rather think
I'll get tossed in the drink
And be at no one's beck and call.
A young woman I know was a jogger
whose boyfriend, it’s said, used to flog her
That's not very nice
So I gave her advice-
To get him real drunk with Beck's lager
