THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK,
HIS POCKETS FULL OF CRACKERS.
HE REACHED INSIDE AND THROUGH A HOLE,
HE FELT HIS LITTLE KNACKERS.
THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK
AND PLAYED A GAME OF CRICKET.
HE WHACKED THE BALL AND IT DID HIT
THE CAPT’N’S MIDDLE WICKET!
THE BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK
AND WATCHED A FEMALE SAILOR
AS SHE TRIED TO DOUSE THE FLAMES
AND FELT THE NEED TO MATE HER.
THE
BOY STOOD ON THE BURNING DECK
AND
SAW ALL THAT COMMOTION
HE
WOULD HAVE LIKED TO JUMP THE SHIP
IF
IT WASN’T FOR THE OCEAN !
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