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[aid] => Mick
[title] => THE WHALER IN THE GROG SHOP
[time] => 2002-12-22 08:40:00
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[bodytext] => He stumped in on his wooden peg,
Then ordered ale right from the keg. ‘Say! How’d ya get the wooden leg?’ ‘The night before I drank much wine; Was sleeping on the harpoon line; A leg snapped off! And it was mine!’ Next evening, as his ale he took, His face had on a tired look. ‘Then how’d ya get the metal hook?’ ‘Some pirates tried to come aboard; One cut my hand right off! My Lord! I killed him with my trusty sword!’ The third night in, he gave a sigh; Then cast his glance toward the sky. ‘Then why the patch upon your eye?’ ‘A bird my eye he filled with pooh!’ ‘That lost your eye? That can’t be true!’ ‘What if your hook is new to you!’ [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Freewheeling_Franklin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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