Come hearken to poor sailor’s tale
Whose mate’s senses never did fail
As sleep he was shedding
And morning was spreading
He found his ship heading for sale

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  • PaulB on Jul 19, 2012

    So that’s where all the Grimsby trawlers went!

  • momofplenty on Jul 19, 2012

    Thank you!

  • Kristie Claar on Jul 19, 2012

    Good work

  • Lynn Hollis on Jul 19, 2012

    Another victim of today’s economy.

  • Kharla Jolly on Jul 19, 2012

    A sale, but nobody has any money! Good one again, thanks.

  • Jswana on Jul 19, 2012

    Very nice. Oh, I’m gong to re-post your message…
    Comments are back! Now it is our turn to show Triond how grateful we are. Comment and pass this message on. Thank you for helping make this happen.

    It is nice to have them back.

  • girishpuri on Jul 19, 2012

    good post

  • Chris Bailie on Jul 20, 2012

    Good share, thank you.

  • lauralu on Jul 20, 2012

    Great play on words lol

  • sha4nny on Jul 20, 2012

    Adrift in his lifeboat and his ship is no more!

  • eaa1118 on Jul 20, 2012

    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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