The Old Salt
There was an old sailor of Crete
Whose peg legs propelled him quite neat.
Strong liquor, he said,
Never goes to my head,
And I know it can't go to my feet.......
The Old Salt
There was an old sailor of Crete
Whose peg legs propelled him quite neat.
Strong liquor, he said,
Never goes to my head,
And I know it can't go to my feet.......
There was a fly fisher named Dave
Who's money he decided to save
to buy a new boat
down the river to float
So to his friends on the bank he could wave
We need some humor and postivity around here.......
Anyone who wants to look at old threads like this and add to them to bring them to the top, would be appreciated.....
Thanks.....
Was going to post for st paddys day, this will have to do.
Cool songs