Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
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Post by Benbow on Jun 15, 2005 15:16:57 GMT -5
There's a tall ship that's coming this way
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 15, 2005 17:07:39 GMT -5
There's a tall ship that's coming this way Some say that it's made out of hay |
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Post by Seaweed on Jun 15, 2005 17:43:25 GMT -5
There's a tall ship that's coming this way
Some say that it's made out of hay
And as it comes near
To this side of the pier
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Post by seasaw on Jun 15, 2005 20:17:06 GMT -5
There's a tall ship that's coming this way
Some say that it's made out of hay
And as it comes near
To this side of the pier
it lists and it veers and as it appears
we see it's just weedy leafs stuck together with clay
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 16, 2005 2:34:14 GMT -5
The boot on the end of my foot
Appears to be covered in soot
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Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
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Post by Benbow on Jun 16, 2005 2:48:51 GMT -5
The boot on the end of my foot Appears to be covered in soot Maybe, when I nimbly Climbed out of the chimney |
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 16, 2005 3:41:51 GMT -5
The boot on the end of my foot
Appears to be covered in soot
Maybe, when I nimbly
Climbed out of the chimney
My boot in the soot I had put.
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 16, 2005 5:05:22 GMT -5
(this is true, btw)
There was a science teacher, quite little
Whose mouth always frothed up with spittle
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 16, 2005 5:35:37 GMT -5
There was a science teacher, quite little
Whose mouth always frothed up with spittle
Whatever she'd say
You would drown in the spray
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Post by Nurse Duckett on Jun 16, 2005 6:43:07 GMT -5
There was a science teacher, quite little Whose mouth always frothed up with spittle Whatever she'd say You would drown in the spray And no-one would borrow her whistle. Jolly entertaining, the school I went to............And the games master, he was quite big Ran off with the school's stuffed-shirt prig |
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Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
Posts: 625
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Post by Benbow on Jun 16, 2005 7:20:05 GMT -5
There was a science teacher, quite little Whose mouth always frothed up with spittle Whatever she'd say You would drown in the spray And no-one would borrow her whistle. Jolly entertaining, the school I went to............And the games master, he was quite big Ran off with the school's stuffed-shirt prig When the scandal abated And their appetites sated, |
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Pooka
Islander
shell we dance?
Posts: 792
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Post by Pooka on Jun 17, 2005 14:53:58 GMT -5
They drank and danced the Irish jig  |
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Post by Luxury Yacht on Jun 17, 2005 18:00:18 GMT -5
A mermaid obsessed with her pearl
Chose Eliza's "The Whorly Whorl"
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Post by Captain Nudnick on Jun 18, 2005 1:56:12 GMT -5
A mermaid obsessed with her pearl
Chose Eliza's "The Whorly Whorl"
She cried "I feel poorly,
This whorl's gone all whorly!"
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Benbow
Islander
Left hand down a bit...
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Post by Benbow on Jun 18, 2005 5:50:58 GMT -5
A mermaid obsessed with her pearl Chose Eliza's "The Whorly Whorl" She cried "I feel poorly, This whorl's gone all whorly!" Then she threw up all over a squirrel. In my locker I have an old jacket... |
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