11-18-2014, 10:43 AM
Slubber Chantey (another word of the day poem)*
He slubber decks all about
washing like a lubber,
did such good as having sex
using a broke rubber.
It was him and no one’s udder!
‘ja think it was yer mudder?
We threw him in the salty brine
without nae oar nor tubber.
He’s blessed we didn’t keelhaul his ass
for acting like a grubber.
Be glad he’s not yer brother!
He slubber boy he slubber. Yah!
So don’t be stepping on this ship,
if you’re his next of kin,
will throw you also in the brine
and also do you in.
–Erthona
* A few days late due to the fact I could not get on the site.
©2014
He slubber decks all about
washing like a lubber,
did such good as having sex
using a broke rubber.
It was him and no one’s udder!
‘ja think it was yer mudder?
We threw him in the salty brine
without nae oar nor tubber.
He’s blessed we didn’t keelhaul his ass
for acting like a grubber.
Be glad he’s not yer brother!
He slubber boy he slubber. Yah!
So don’t be stepping on this ship,
if you’re his next of kin,
will throw you also in the brine
and also do you in.
–Erthona
* A few days late due to the fact I could not get on the site.
©2014
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.


