A little yellow fishing boatsailing out to sea
A little yellow fishing boat
catching big fish for my tea.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Yellow fishing boat
A little yellow fishing boatsailing out to sea
A little yellow fishing boat
catching big fish for my tea.
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so....beer does not rhyme with sea?
what a shame.
Happy week-end. I hear sacks rattling in the kitchen, Abe must be getting himself a snack.
I wish I could do poetry as well as you do.
did you have Bass or wrasse?
Even if I didn't love your sense of humour (I can distinctly see the hair cascading down your back) I'd revisit your blog for all its lovely Pommy phots. I'm part-Devonian myself as my Dad came from Babbacombe. (Or is that the wrong part of the county?)
We all live on a Yellow submarine... oh sorry, we all live on a yellow boat.
If you are as cold as you say you are, why don't you use Jackie to keep Jack Frost away?
blarigh humpeti doodle
(istra)
Tea for fish? Lemme guess, you chop off the fish heads and soak them in boiling water. Mmmmm... savory!
Happy Election Day Martin!
(nestsani)
Nancy! Beer, silly sausage is me!
Patty: Abe's sacks rattling in the kitchen? you saucy lady you!
Lorenzybubblebut:
I bet you can if you scratch that fluffy butt and think about it.
Frances: Fish finger you clever little munky
Rinkly rimes: Babbacombe is in South Devon but still Devon so I will raise a scone with jam to your dad and salute him!
PS hey sexy lady, why rinkley?
Shammykite: I used to love those rolling stone songs too
Lorenzybub: What like stuff her up the chimney to stop the drafts?
Jus little sis: Pi**ed again I see!
Craver: Yes, in little old England we say we are having our tea, even though we do not mean drinking tea but it is just a saying we say which means we are partaking in some teatime food, here enduth the lesson for today.
Hey, why not start saying it the USA and see if the craze spreads?
Lorenzybub: You again? But I do love your visits: Yes I am voting for the one with the white beard, he make a wicked fried chicken!
Well I'm voting for Abraham!
How dare you stuff Jackie up the chimney!
Alright. I stopped drinking and someone told me America has elected its first black president. I didn't believe it so I started drinking again. Life was less confusing when it was a pink elephant running the country.
DISCLAIMER: Before I'm accused of anything terrible, I want to say I think Obama's election is a GOOD thing. I just didn't expect it.
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