From the pier in that choppy sea
I could see a man in the water
I think he was waving at me
so I waved back for I thought I'd alter
and ******* the fella disappeared
I thought this was in frightfully bad taste

By gad's last time I will wave to someone
as I bathe in the midst of salty brine
Do you know,never saw the chap again
his displeasure as he sank under the waves
what nasty misgivings, confound him
by the cut of my tweed I do say, bounder I say

**** the fellow ....  I came here for fresh air
now I am out of sorts and at the sea I do stare


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

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