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Capt JT, THanks for the thought, but next time just send a card. regards, Al Marvelli Capt JT wrote: > T'was the night before a dive and all through the boat > Not a creature was stirring, not even a stroke; > The dry suits were hung by the handrails with care, > In hopes that daylight soon would be there; > The divers were nestled all snug in their beds, > While visions of china danced in their heads; > And mamma at home, and I in my bunk, > Had just settled down for a long night that sucks, > When out on the deck there arose such a clatter, > I sprang from the bunk to see what was the matter. > Away to the deck I flew like a bird, > Tore open the hatch and stepped in a terd. > The moon on the boat had the new-fallen dew > Gave the glow of mid-day on objects to the crew , > When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, > But a drunk diver, and eight empty cans of beer, > He was a fat old diver, so drunk and sick, > I knew in a moment it was not St. Nick. > More rapid than eagles his dry heaves they came, > And he spit, and gagged, and called them by name; > "Dam Bud! Miller! Heineken and Coors! > Michleob! Corona! Pabst Blue Ribbon and Old Milwaukee! > To the top of the Bridge! to the top of the mast! > He yelled Now go away! go away! and kiss my ass!" > As loud as the night winds blew, > When he puked an obstacle, that stuck like glue, > So up on a bench,did I fly > With the deck covered in puke, and then I punched that diver in the eye. > And then, in a snap, he tried to get up > The huffing and puffing from deep in his gut. > As I gave him a push as he was turning around, > Down on the deck that drunk came with a bound. > He was dressed in nothing, from his head to his foot, > And his clothes were all gone and it was not a good look; > A bundle of chicken wings he had flung on his back, > And he looked like a bum who forgot to wipe his crack. > His eyes -- how they twinkled! his ass how hairy! > His cheeks were like roses, but this was no cherry! > His droll little mouth was drawn up by his tongue, > And the beard of his chin was covered with some ones come; > The stump of a dick he held tight in his teeth, > I'm glad it won't me I'll send the poor guy a wreath; > He had a ugly face and a big round belly, > That shook, when he cursed like a bowlful of jelly. > He was chubby and plump, a right sad old diver, > And I laughed when I saw him, he ain't no Lady Godiva; > A wink of his eye and a roll back of his head, > Soon gave me to know I had something to dread; > He spoke not a word, but went straight to his bunk, > And filled all the dive bags; with some puke junk, > And laying his finger aside of his nose, > And giving a nod, slid it up his ass there it goes; > He sprang to his feet, on his buddies he pissed, > And away they all ran and will be missed. > Now we can thank him ,for that night that sucks. > "HAPPY Diving TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT." > > -- > Send mail for the `techdiver' mailing list to `techdiver@aquanaut.com'. > Send subscribe/unsubscribe requests to `techdiver-request@aquanaut.com'. -- Send mail for the `techdiver' mailing list to `techdiver@aquanaut.com'. Send subscribe/unsubscribe requests to `techdiver-request@aquanaut.com'.
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