A Sad Naval tale from the Bonnie
Their blood ran cold with horror
As they gazed on the awful scene
Their faces paled with anquish
And their gills turned faintly green
For seldom has anybody suffered
As they did that horrible day
Seldom before have humans
Beheld such a ghastly display
There on the deck before them
The shattered remnants flowed
And a steady stream of crimson
Sought its' level on Burma Road
And they stood in breathless silence
As men who were stricken dumb
For they had just seen the Duty PO
Drop a case of pusser Rum
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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