Dream Wench Posted June 15, 2004 Share Posted June 15, 2004 He'd hurt his hip and he missed his ship His mind was in a pickle The woman he'd relied upon was nothing short of fickle His loyal dog peed on his leg and ate up all the mutton the mangy cur never protected him he became a canine glutton with an ever shrinking bung hole his beer keg turned to kindle when the new horizon began to wane he soon engaged his spindle "I'm starin' at me spindle an he's starin' back at me I named the thingy Cyclops Cyclops o' tha sea" C June 15 2004 Dream Wench Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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