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Array ( [sid] => 4273 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => the saturnalian [time] => 2002-09-25 20:20:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => A Steward Remembers

The captain in his long johns was suffering from
a terrible remorse that he foreswore booze for forty
days. Climbed to the mast’s top and refused to come down unless I gave him something to drink. “Can’t
do that I have given you a promise not to serve you anything for forty days “Did I say nights too?”
“Yes you did”…his arms got tired and slowly he slid
down. “Now I’m going to show my party trick”, he
said and balanced on the railing but not before I had slipped a rope around his left ankle. “I’m a dancing bear,” he shouted but the ship heaved and he fell into
the sea and when I hauled him back onboard he accused me for given the rope too much slack. Locked him in his cabin with a bible and for days he disturbed the tropical night with sermons and psalms, till I in desperation gave in and got him cold beer. He’s ok now but when he suffer morning remorse I always have a beer ready
before he has a chance to make a rash promise.
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the saturnalian

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Wednesday, 25th September 2002 @ 08:20:00 PM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

A Steward Remembers

The captain in his long johns was suffering from
a terrible remorse that he foreswore booze for forty
days. Climbed to the mast’s top and refused to come down unless I gave him something to drink. “Can’t
do that I have given you a promise not to serve you anything for forty days “Did I say nights too?”
“Yes you did”…his arms got tired and slowly he slid
down. “Now I’m going to show my party trick”, he
said and balanced on the railing but not before I had slipped a rope around his left ankle. “I’m a dancing bear,” he shouted but the ship heaved and he fell into
the sea and when I hauled him back onboard he accused me for given the rope too much slack. Locked him in his cabin with a bible and for days he disturbed the tropical night with sermons and psalms, till I in desperation gave in and got him cold beer. He’s ok now but when he suffer morning remorse I always have a beer ready
before he has a chance to make a rash promise.

Copyright Â© Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2002-09-25 20:20:00]
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Re: the saturnalian (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Wednesday, 23rd April 2003 @ 05:29:20 AM AEST
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Very good, a fine write.

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