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.
1st edit
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.
1st edit
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The Harbour Master
Listing in the port
wallowing between 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.