Mother Nature and Neptune Are Looking For Some Cash

THAT’S NOT A GOOD TUNE NEPTUNE Certainly we all knew about that boat Christened, but can she float? Sure we knew about that ship But no one knew how quickly the main sail would rip Yes we knew the danger but also the thrill And allow old Neptune to do that which he will We were private pirates of whom know one should know Sailing curls that curried the favor of Neptune’s blow But sailors naught, naught ought be we Trying to stay adrift in a bloody sea Yet the storm grows in wind and in strength And this is one unprepared crew, not for rain nor its length Another mile or two is where they found Fred He was injected with an overdose of the sea and is decidedly dead As for me and the other four we all beat the sea That day Neptune was our connection and Mother Nature sold dope to me © 2011.…PHREEPOETREE!