Away On a Booze Cruise
Away on a booze cruise,
No beer left in stock.
They charged fifty dollars,
It was a real shock.
I complained it’s not fair,
I want money back.
We’re so sorry, they said,
We’ll give you a snack.
The food was disgusting,
The chef was a prick.
The waiter annoying,
I now feel sea-sick.
I hoyed in a bucket,
And over the side.
All for fifty dollars,
It felt like I’d died.
I want to go home now,
Hooray for dry land.
I’ll not booze cruise again,
I’ll stay on the sand.
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