Frank E Gibbard Posted May 20, 2009 Share Posted May 20, 2009 My craft was sinking The mother ship! Going, I’m thinking Like my hopes in The greater game. Going down With the ship Skipper of my own Misfortune but Taking it Traditionally. Shot to pieces, As a species; All aboard, Fated not To succeed, To recede To nothing, Rock bottom. A whole fleet With Davy Jones Whole kit and 'Boodle In His Locker Zilch! Nada! Ground zero! Game over! But I’d Get my enemy Next time. A case of Swings and Roundabouts. Shipping losses, Snowball injuries, Hit a peak Around Christmas Time. (Happy New Year! Frank) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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