What Is On Board
Pink gladiola fleet entered the Dutch canal at two o’three.
One of the pirates said “Whoopdee dee dee”
What’s on board? Asked a first mate named Prix.
Not sure, he said, but it might be pretty girls, for free.
His wife heard and decided to make an example of him.
She took him by the ears, and she shook him by his chin.
The women from the gladiola fleet cheered for his wife.
“Served you right!” Yelled one of them, enjoying his strife.
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