A Marry Time Tale

A Bo'sun in the pub was wheezing From Wanda Mann's underhand teasing An organist by trade And accomplished milkmaid Her fingers were quite busy squeezing The Bo'sun recalled a sperm whale That spouted away in a gale Wanda knew how whales blow And performed it just so The Bo'sun would buy her more ale The Bo'sun was never a sinner And saw her a champion winner He took her for wife She took up her knife And swallowed his sausage for dinner The Bo'sun now lies underground His widow is fooling around Like an octopus She will grab men thus Explaining she's on the rebound A widow must have food to eat A sausage is filled up with meat Just one dram of rum And seamen will come To give Wanda a cream-filled treat But the Bo'sun's fate still lingers Like Wanda's octopus fingers 'Tis said on her plate She'd resuscitate A galley of real humdingers Now the Bo'sun's fate took a toll On many a poor seaman's soul When out on a date Remember their fate Keep your sausage out of the roll!