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Ye Olde Mariner
He was riding the crest of a wave
Applauded by all for his yarns
But then showed us his warped sense of fun
And nailed his true colours to the mast
Will the wave break and devour him
Or will he ascend to new peaks
Perhaps he should tighten his vang
To reduce the amount of his twist
The tide may yet turn
And smooth stormy seas
But public opinion is fickle
How can he get out of this pickle
He was riding the crest of a wave
Applauded by all for his yarns
But then showed us his warped sense of fun
And nailed his true colours to the mast
Will the wave break and devour him
Or will he ascend to new peaks
Perhaps he should tighten his vang
To reduce the amount of his twist
The tide may yet turn
And smooth stormy seas
But public opinion is fickle
How can he get out of this pickle
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