Having listened to the adverse shipping forecast, I decided on a 35mile solo voyage today, rather than experience Noah's Flood tomorrow....be careful on the high seas everyone!
Strike the bell, second mate Let us go below Look away to windward You can see it's going to blow Look at the glass You can see that it is fell We wish that you would hurry up And strike, strike the bell
Down on the maindeck Working at the pumps There is the larboard watch Ready for their bunks Over to windward They see a great swell They're wishing that the second mate Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck The gallant captain stands Looking to windward With his glasses in his hand What he is thinking of We know very well He's thinking more of shortening sail Than strike, strike the bell!!
Comments
FD
Spit into its eye and sound a curse
The helm is manned
Man the pumps we head due south
CP
Strike the bell, second mate
Let us go below
Look away to windward
You can see it's going to blow
Look at the glass
You can see that it is fell
We wish that you would hurry up
And strike, strike the bell
Down on the maindeck
Working at the pumps
There is the larboard watch
Ready for their bunks
Over to windward
They see a great swell
They're wishing that the second mate
Would strike, strike the bell
Aft the quarterdeck
The gallant captain stands
Looking to windward
With his glasses in his hand
What he is thinking of
We know very well
He's thinking more of shortening sail
Than strike, strike the bell!!
Bon voyage
Roland Rat
Those who take the helm and those that poo
3 true pirates on deck, oft they set south
A curse to the captain never crossed their mouth
For allegiance to the Jolly Roger is for those with trousers
Apparently there are many who put on weekend blouses
So a fine crew returned righteous and strong
Their souls alive, to the seas they belong
And so it is true, the captain is not for turning
The elements bring life, for adventure he is yearning
So let the bells toll, but do not ask for whom
Or sit on your sofa and decorate your tomb
The pirates do welcome those with a zest for life
Let the week days be for your troubles and strife
Next week a new adventure, let it commence
Or do a few jobs, I really must paint that fence
CP
Maybe the wind or the soaking he had
To rant and rave and talk of of 'poo!'
Is simply not what pirates do
For on days like this the turbo is best
Sweating for gods fair country in your vest
So Captain now cease this bile and toffee
And join us for a very nice cup of coffee
For we will forget the things you said
And even threw in a piece of shortbread
To lie in bed with lots of snores
Avoid the rusting of your cogs
When it's raining cats and dogs
Storms and lashings for the brave
Or those who like to rant and rave
These weeks I've had my share of rain
A constant drumming on my brain
Every day on the Brompton commute
The rain has p*ssed just like a newt
And after London, upon the greenway
Just like Frank, I did it My Way
Mud, wind, ice & hail all in the dark
After work, a merry lark
Do the rides and talk the talk
But today was a family walk
In wind and rain, kids did not blubber
Living the life of the landlubber
Rest assured, Dutchy will return
The Black Pig I will never spurn
I must prepare for Chiltern and Dragon
And see off the effects of grog and flagon
FD
lashing and soaking , or was he just joking
tales of rats and wearing of blouses
all they did was stay in their houses
sirens call and rocks draw near
man your turbo is all I hear
then alongside comes Pete , with talk of a brew
his timely rhyme brings a different hew
Next week let the hills raise high over the seas
soon the clocks change, time to show your knees
But Captain and two looked the beast in the eye
strike the bell , strike the bell I heard you all cry
So let the Captains log record the tale of the storm
let stillness descend and calm be the norm
CP
Pirates do not like being under water
as a cabin boy would enjoy climbing the crows nest
now not good for the arthritis
Joop to lead the way into the eye of the storm
CP