Its easy being a sailor

It was the docks
And in those days, the docks were to be hung around.
Thats the extent of just how trendy they were.

But its easy being a sailor, and we should know.
All you have to do is think of ships like
Cupboards,
A place you trust to keep your boxes,
And pencils.
A place to stand near its edges,
Think about your coronerey
Watch people on the piers, and remark
How small the plantlife looks,
And how natural you feel with the air
Blowing its salty particles
Up your nose and into your brain
To be detected by your dear brainal nodules, hun.

The day of the test all you have to do
Is look at the sea and confirm that it's
Wet, and possesses great depth..
(only Rodney ever messed that one up,
Marked it down as "Puddle" the poor beggar.
Mind you, he did get to cook bacon for his gran all summer,
So that was good, then.)

But its easy to be a sailor,
All you have to do, is think of seagulls
As little warriors of the air.
Make sure you feed the bread crumbs,
Not the slug pellets, otherwise you won't make it.

Its easy being a sailor,
All you have to do is eat potatoes.
Look at each other, and say,
"These are good"
And
"Mmm, yummy, they're delish."
Or "pass the sauce."

Then they ring a bell,
(Make sure you don't mistake it for radio music,
Or you'll be marshalled for dancing hall-wise,
While all your pals are up on deck,
Grunging away at the sponges, making swabbing seem like
The most fun thing in the
Atlantic.

Its easy to be a sailor.
All you have to do is look at clouds.

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