The Harbour Master:

[billy]

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The Harbour Master:
Listing in port
wallowing between the safe haven of your thighs.
Me beam splits before the ensign is hoisted.
A trawler's perfume floats by
windward of the mainsail.
Me sea legs fail and me arse gives way
in unison with the cannon fire of projectile vomit.
We flounder in a sea of curried goat,
Bushmills, and bad Guinness.

[Aish]

I was with you until the vomiting!

[Keith]

The Harbour Master:

Listing in port
wallowing between the safe haven of your thighs.
Me beam splits before the ensign is hoisted.
A trawler's perfume floats by
windward of the mainsail.
Me sea legs fail and me arse gives way
in unison with the cannon fire of projectile vomit.
We flounder in a sea of curried goat,
Bushmills, and bad Guinness.

One of my Favourites not bad for a Manc Lol just realised you can chant this to the Jolly Roger ....Hoo ray and up she rises

[billy]

I was with you until the vomiting!

there were no lumpy bits in it

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One of my Favourites not bad for a Manc Lol just realised you can chant this to the Jolly Roger ....Hoo ray and up she rises

glad you liked it