Goldstones and a Dried Fishers Net
THEY CAST NET
IN THE WATERS
THE FISHES WERE
NETTED AND
WAITED HARVEST
THERE NETS WERE
TORN AND DRIED UP
AND THE FISH THEY
CAUGHT FELL BACK
INTO THE SEA
THEY CURSED THE CREW
AND FOUND FAULT IN MANY
THEY TURNED THEIR SHIP
BACK TOWARD THE SHORE
THEY SPOKE OF THE
MEN'S WIVES AS HARLOTS
SLUTS AND WHORES
THEY TOLD THEM TO TAKE
THEIR THINGS
AND LEFT THESE MEN
ON THE SHORE
WE WAITED THERE FOR FOUR DAYS, UNTIL THESE SEADOGS CAME BACK TO FETCH US ! "I WHIPPED THE ASS OF THE CAPTAIN, AND HIS SECOND MATE, WANTED TO KISS ME !"
MEANIOUIS THE mERCHANT
THE FISHING SHIP USS MISSION
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2018
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