I was manning the ship
With the sheet at my hip
When youthful Lawrence quipped
“We’re gonna dip
The boat in bleach!”
I was shocked,
Turned toward the beach
At a full reach.
I told the lass,
“We need a priest and mass.”
But as I recall, he was shooting up the mast.
So at last
I grabbed my compass,
Put his throat to my cutlass,
And frankly declared,
“We will continue to sail the world
No matter if the milk is curdled
So get those sails unfurled,
But first to port to get tequila and girls!”
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