by gsmonksSpalding, Saskatchewan, Canada
Sep 2010 387 Views 2 comments
I Am The Son Of Fishermen
I am the son of fishermen,
Gnarl-fisted men of the sea,
Who throw their garbage overboard
And stand on the poop to pee.
I am descended of fishermen,
Who lie in the merciless deep;
Could be that they fell overboard
While drunk or half-asleep.
I am no more a fisherman,
They took my boat away!
They think the world is safer- HA!
I bought a plane today!
Gnarl-fisted men of the sea,
Who throw their garbage overboard
And stand on the poop to pee.
I am descended of fishermen,
Who lie in the merciless deep;
Could be that they fell overboard
While drunk or half-asleep.
I am no more a fisherman,
They took my boat away!
They think the world is safer- HA!
I bought a plane today!
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Posted: Sep 2010
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When I've got some time, I'm going to do some reading instead of just posting . . .