Sailor and Tailor
Talk of True Valor
And it is ‘Sailor’,
Not ‘Confined Tailor’;
Quite Mobile Sailor,
Not Static Tailor
Facing Cloth and Color;
In Shops of Pallor
Pin Pricks of Dolour…
And tailors tell lies,
Sailor: where storm lies!
Tailors work and chant,
Sailors for merchant.
They don’t flee from Rum;
Rum helps them to hum
And kick colleagues’ bum:
Their own Chewing Gum!
Tailor near to us
With the job one does;
Sailors’ Ship “Not Bus”,
At sea wins his plus…
But he’s Pure Valor
Tailor for Color.
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