Cornell & Diehl Tins 15% Off At SPC
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He has a spatula?
He can work the galley, too!
Up in the nest on a near moonless night
With barely a twinkle of heavenly light
A slow breeze was pushing The Frigate ahead
The crew mostly sleepin', snores wakin' the dead
A splash off the bow and the clank of some gear
cut through the thick fog and tickled me ear
I dashed for the lantern and cast out a beam
Callin' for eyes from what's left of the team
"Something's a splashin' not far off port side"
I said as the lantern beam swept side to side
We spotted an eyeball, and then a whole head
attached to a body hard workin' to tread
The water in which he was merciless stuck
Gaspin' and flailin', almost out of luck
We tossed out a rope and then drew it back
Till our soggy new friend was sprawled on the deck
His pipe was a wretched mess filled with seaweed
We knew right away what this fellow would need
"Go wake up the Cap'n and bring this lad back
A piece of the cake from the Frigate that's Black"
Scrape out the algae and pack up his briar
Then give him a tamper and a wee bit o' the fire"
The fragrant clouds wafted from bow back to stern
the fellow grew stronger the more the cake burned
"What have we here?" says Captain C. Embers,
"Who's swimming the channel this late in November?"
"A surfer he said? Are we hearing him right?
Who waxes their board at this time of night?"
He shook his head quickly and then did explain
"It's not an S-U, but C-E in my name.
It's CERFER, not SURFER and, now that I've had
Some Frigate to smoke, I might like to add
Myself to this motley crew floating abroad,
As soon as I'm dried and me fingers is thawed."
Anthony gave him a spatula and bunk
The rest of the crew lit up and got drunk...
He can work the galley, too!
Up in the nest on a near moonless night
With barely a twinkle of heavenly light
A slow breeze was pushing The Frigate ahead
The crew mostly sleepin', snores wakin' the dead
A splash off the bow and the clank of some gear
cut through the thick fog and tickled me ear
I dashed for the lantern and cast out a beam
Callin' for eyes from what's left of the team
"Something's a splashin' not far off port side"
I said as the lantern beam swept side to side
We spotted an eyeball, and then a whole head
attached to a body hard workin' to tread
The water in which he was merciless stuck
Gaspin' and flailin', almost out of luck
We tossed out a rope and then drew it back
Till our soggy new friend was sprawled on the deck
His pipe was a wretched mess filled with seaweed
We knew right away what this fellow would need
"Go wake up the Cap'n and bring this lad back
A piece of the cake from the Frigate that's Black"
Scrape out the algae and pack up his briar
Then give him a tamper and a wee bit o' the fire"
The fragrant clouds wafted from bow back to stern
the fellow grew stronger the more the cake burned
"What have we here?" says Captain C. Embers,
"Who's swimming the channel this late in November?"
"A surfer he said? Are we hearing him right?
Who waxes their board at this time of night?"
He shook his head quickly and then did explain
"It's not an S-U, but C-E in my name.
It's CERFER, not SURFER and, now that I've had
Some Frigate to smoke, I might like to add
Myself to this motley crew floating abroad,
As soon as I'm dried and me fingers is thawed."
Anthony gave him a spatula and bunk
The rest of the crew lit up and got drunk...
You've been busy. Every time I turn over a rock, there's another interesting C&D blend to try. Not sure how they keep up with them all.
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