Two poems by Al
Littlepea
Wed 25 Jul 2012 11:35
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Little Pea
There once was a boat called Little
pea,
Who liked to be in the sea,
Then one day four men took her
out,
And scrubbed her decks with glee.
Cascais
The clouds were nill the sun was high we stopped
for provisions in sumptual Cascias,
It was too hot for me I thought I
was die.
We went ashore with no chance for a
tipple,
As we passed the beach we glanced a
nipple.
We stolled into the supermarche,
We did a quick shop and then back to the
bay.
And up our lines we and out to sea,
Upon the good ship little pea.
Portugal behind us the wind on our
stern,
As we press on south here's hope we don't
burn.
We left old blightly wet and grotty,
In three days we'll be in Lanzarote.
Over.
Al.
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