Sunday, July 12, 2009

Pirate ship


The pirate Captain looked at Combe Martin
through a telescope made of brass
He not only had a wooden leg
but also a wooden arse.

He had lost his leg and bottom
whilst fighting the English army
and a knock on the head by a cannon ball
had sent him rather barmy

"Look ye lads at that Village!
"It's full of money and women!"
"Lets be going a shore boys
and them that don't will end up swimmin!"

The pirates rowed to the beach
armed to the teeth with guns and knives
" There be drink and loot to be had lads
and you may even get some wives!"

As the row boats landed upon the Devon shore
the develish men ran ......

"Excuse me mister" said a little girl to the pirate Captain spoiling the poem in the process "WHAT! Ye orrible child!" screamed the captain "It's Sunday" "SO WHAT!" "No pirates on a Sunday, it's not allowed" "Oh" said the captain scratching his head "I was sure it was Monday"

The pirates walked with heads bowed and rowed back to their ship, all that wasted energy for nothing, silly pirates, you either love them or hate them!
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Sunday, July 05, 2009

Walking

The greeny bits are grassy stuff, the bluey bits are skyee stuff and the other bluey wetty bits are seay stuff.

North Devon coast, good enough to eat (if you have enough custard to go with it).


This is Steve my brother in law, hello Steve, this is you on top of the cliff looking a long along way down to the sea


The Hunters Inn where we finished the hard walk with a pint of cold cloudy cider..yummy!
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