Excalibur - Excalibur - 6

Musings on an Atlantic crossing, 6

Clean one / Dirty one

(Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental)

There once was a skipper called tim,
Who I’m sorry to say was quite dim.
He went out to sea
And jumped in for a wee,
Forgetting that he couldn't swim.

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There once was a skipper called timmy,
Whose tiller was not at all mini.
His crew when they helmed,
Were quite overwhelmed,
But still got it hard over nimbly.