Trawl Tale of a Fictitious Seaman Told To Ye

While on the topic of blood kith and kin, I relate another fabricated poem about blimey bloke of a fisherman. Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye... Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit cursing thwarted life, liberty and pursuit of happiness if eavesdropper, you would discern nasality – cause uvula split holed within mancave unit b44, a regular run of the mill hermit. Any resemblance between said character and living persons purely (off fish shilly) coincidental material scoured from dregs of me muss held head. I shore up a vignette to free my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie, whose scrunched countenanced evinced beetle that of browed monkey he spent his entire life at sea his thick calloused hands and ruddy complexion reinforced non verbal body language voluminous tomes smoothed nick holed money to countless years (spilling into decades) exposed to salty spittle nee where watery terrain spewed raw elements piscine art finest artisanal blended, crafted, nein mean feet resources dredged reluctantly relinquished by mother nature mean craftily pared within each trough and crest found thee old man with privateer mean mien whose skin fiercely weatherbeaten leathery and lean, epidermis tanned tough as rawhide, reptilian, prithee chafed skin to me not surprising, since this mariner born, bred and near lee schooled within briny deep ever since knee high (or so he claimed truth to swirling rumor), jovially pleased that his purportedly learnin' myth writ tik ne'r included NEVER settn' foot in formal classroom, his knowledge icy anecdotes aced, surpassed, and trounced that of what he referred to as grenadier landlubbers green behind the ears – glee fully jabbing with his unsheathed scabbard play flea actually downplaying any exploits, that didst educate him, 'ee got taut learn'n survival skills asper pre ponder hunt via eddy fied tests frequently dee siding a life or death outcome, yet our Dickensian mutually bonding friendship via shared exploits while he dressed not in tatters, but self made clothes from cree chores comfortable furs, and though a striking appearance cut, ne'r did this ole codger (fit as a fiddle with tall slender build), said middle aged man appeared quite becoming. An aura, charisma, dogma amazingly graced stalwart, gestalt, deportment aie found added an air of charming debonair, esteeming flair, genteel heir which tasked guessing years old, aye presumed him to exit the uterine lair at least a few score tours round oblate sphere as aspect of youthfulness played across his eyes one colored green like a spring day in the country, the other jetblue sans burnin' man four score and seven pearl jam oyster cult year.