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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.10.12.37.32630]] |
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Looks like we got us a mess of trouble now, 'cause she givin' me no slack, Cut me off at my pass tryin' to get bite to eat for that ol' One-Eyed Jack. Sent me to bed without no supper and told me I'd have to suffer this delay, It th' cruelest sort o' punishment for fisherman who love a seafood buffet. Kickin' sand in my direction and tellin' me where to shove my rod an' reel, What a man do that's so bad he have to slap his hands together like a seal? There's something fishy goin' on here, stench of th' red herring has neared, Mean ol' baby crawled back in her shell so fast her tail's done disappeared. If I get too close she cracks them claws and pinches off my head for spite, My witness all I'm tryin' to do is sink m' teeth into some snapper tonight. It sure looks like I'm whipped, but it take more to lick a diver, you know, Goin' down deeper this time, ain't comin' up 'til I hear ol' thar she blow. If you submerged in tank of sharks, smart mens remember that rule of blood, Sure gonna get left red-faced if you try to feast at time of crimson flood. Might leave a bad taste in y'mouth, but I guarantee it offends y' far less, Than all them times she had to stomach the tartar sauce you called success. I might be hooked by her sinker, but she can't use it as bait for her line, Truth be told I ain't no fan o' crab legs, though catfish sounds just fine. |