The Good Ship

Oh the censorship is a real fine ship made of old hard wood
O'er the billowy main she sails, her crew as tough as nails
Are none too averse to grog if the seas agree or often as not
The captain calls for a reeling song from the land of cocoanuts
Where palm trees spread canopies overhead as sailors write such rot,
Someone's pissed at the cook for serving vile slop
A gull stops for a look goes into the pot
While Sammy the blind tangles up knots,
Oh the censorship sails early each morn out of port
Bows loaded with cargo exotic bound to beat the devils at their game
Trusty cannons loaded with cross wires and pepper corns
Sledgehammer amenities for deck repair
Cap'n Crunch munches on a Snickers bar
Orders to paint the rails with pitch and tar
Oh the censorship senses seize near and far
Aye&aye where all hearty sailor's lines work for lye.




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-01-22 at 20:53

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