Come hearken to poor sailor’s taleWhose mate’s senses never did failAs sleep he was sheddingAnd morning was spreadingHe found his ship heading for sale
So that’s where all the Grimsby trawlers went!
Another victim of today’s economy.
A sale, but nobody has any money! Good one again, thanks.
Very nice. Oh, I’m gong to re-post your message…
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It is nice to have them back.
Good share, thank you.
Great play on words lol
Adrift in his lifeboat and his ship is no more!
Tsk- Tsk — too bad for the sailor, ain’t it?:-)
His “mate’s senses” never aided him…?
Morning of woe instead of delight…
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