benjenbav
Well-Known Member
The marina is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me berth to lie
Through seas of green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With red diesel he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to declare my tax split tho
He still wanteth my money when I selleth my boat
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
With apologies both to the psalmist and to Roger Waters
He makes me berth to lie
Through seas of green he leadeth me the silent waters by
With red diesel he releaseth my soul
He maketh me to declare my tax split tho
He still wanteth my money when I selleth my boat
For lo, he hath great power and great hunger
When cometh the day we lowly ones
Through quiet reflection and great dedication
Master the art of karate
Lo, we shall rise up
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
With apologies both to the psalmist and to Roger Waters
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