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Cari Member Posts 411 Englnand |
Timber I once was happy as could be A branch upon a mighty tree The Canadian Rockies were my home From which I thought I’d never roam ~ Then one day, I think in May Three lumberjacks strolled along Clad in dirty vests, with hairy chests Singing a Python song ~ The girly one, they called him Sue Cried “Look I’m sure this one will do” Swung a blow with his mighty chopper OMG it was a whopper ~ All too soon we were bits of tree For England bound across the sea Shaped, chiselled and sandpapered down Brought to a Grog shop in old Camden Town ~ Oh! Lordy the sights I was to see In this awful den of iniquity A hooker and a cross-eyed bloke Were supping lamp oil laced with coke ~ While an ancient craggy faced old doll Was gyrating round an upright pole The rumour was, or so they say He had come ashore that very day ~ My fate was sealed, the die was cast I had found my future home at last Please forgive my shame I beg Cos now I’m Long John’s wooden leg. * * * |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
He he, oh yeah this is great for an early morning chuckle. Amazing where you end up after leaving the peaceful environment of the forest. I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK I sleep all night and I work all day. Python indeed! Loved it! Eric true love never looks after it's own interests |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Heh.Heh Yeahhhhhh! I absolutely needed this at this time today. Oh my . . . quote: Gotta love it . . . And I do. Saving this one, Cari! ~ If they give you ruled paper, write sideways. ~ |
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