Post by Bos'n on Mar 10, 2019 19:28:36 GMT -7
So there we was-
Me an the Commodore, shootin' the breeze at WWWC 8. I was evisceratin' an overly well done turkey leg when a young lass wi'2 urchins in tow walks nearby. Takin' advantage of the situation I loudly proclaims, "I once fought a Lad from Nantucket". The Commodore, being unawares, gives me the "What are you doin'"look. Mom wanders closer as the 2nd line o' the limerick blares out- "Face big an round like a bucket". The Commodore responds with the, "your're not gonna go...there?", look. With Mom closing in rapidly I sets the trap. Triumphantly spoken, "Sez I wi'a sneer, as I bits off his ear", an the Commodore's jaw hits the park bench. Trap sprung I sets the hook. Crammin' a big wad 'o turkey in me piehole I delivers the final line, "Wrassdof pfroo brufoos rack frumph!"
No CPR was given this day an the Commodore fergot about his aching knee for awhile.
Me an the Commodore, shootin' the breeze at WWWC 8. I was evisceratin' an overly well done turkey leg when a young lass wi'2 urchins in tow walks nearby. Takin' advantage of the situation I loudly proclaims, "I once fought a Lad from Nantucket". The Commodore, being unawares, gives me the "What are you doin'"look. Mom wanders closer as the 2nd line o' the limerick blares out- "Face big an round like a bucket". The Commodore responds with the, "your're not gonna go...there?", look. With Mom closing in rapidly I sets the trap. Triumphantly spoken, "Sez I wi'a sneer, as I bits off his ear", an the Commodore's jaw hits the park bench. Trap sprung I sets the hook. Crammin' a big wad 'o turkey in me piehole I delivers the final line, "Wrassdof pfroo brufoos rack frumph!"
No CPR was given this day an the Commodore fergot about his aching knee for awhile.