Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag,
And smile, smile, smile.
Take to a life in the Senior Service,
And sail seas for mile, mile, mile.
When duties are so adrenaline filled,
And tensions begin to pile, pile, pile.
Pack in all your naughty sexy lingerie,
And flash with style, style, style.
Teasing the randy crew of fit sailors all,
And lined up the aisle, aisle, aisle.
Spending my cabin moments in open masturbation,
And being spied by file, file, file.
Taking chances for lovely hard cock sucks,
And hidden with guile, guile, guile.
Even to tasting a straight pussy or two,
And uneasily turned with wile, wile, wile.
Being fucked stupid on our shore leave,
And right around the dial, dial, dial.
Keeping up the happy ship's morale,
And avoiding the Purser's rile, rile, rile.
I think I'm seen with Nelson's eye,
And discretion over a trial, trial, trial.
I just love being the wettest whore,
On this big metal floating isle, isle, isle!
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Offline) - Published: February 12th, 2023 09:09
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Comments2
That to me is vile vile vile. Smile
AHH but am I Hooked in your thoughts Captain,
And the bite of a crocodile, dile, dile?
Best I keep on the path, a slippery slope, vast, vast
Of all the poems of all the gin joints,
You walk into mine, mine!
Don't leave a poor girl all at sea!
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