I must go down to the sea again, To the sight of the ocean tide.Tis a keen sight and a green sight,Thanks to the plastic mixed inside.And all I ask is a hungry shark,Whose meat diet has been skimpy.And a bloody leg and a carefree friend,Who’ll laugh and call me “gimpy.”
Very lucky that those are Martini glasses and everyone is wearing a suit. As a Person of Rural, I can assure you that the outcome for Bob would be very dramatic in my world.
Dixie Ally here. Do not miss one.