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Array ( [sid] => 21077 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Ocean Trip [time] => 2003-07-27 09:35:00 [hometext] => To see all life has to offer, one must
sail on an ocean liner to anywhere.. [bodytext] => If you take an ocean trip
aboard an ocean liner,
You would think that nothing
in this world could be much finer.

The charming people sit around
and lap up gin and tonic,
The kiddies rush from stem to stern
and run in ultra sonic.

The ship pulls in to Nassau port
The lines are draped on hawsers,
You disembark to do the town,
At each store, you're a pausers.

Then back aboard for noonday lunch,
You'll eat until you're loaded,
Then back on land, then back on ship
To dine until you're bloated.

The tubby girls should never go,
It's eclairs that will do it,
It's very hard to say to chef,
Don't want it, forget it, screw it.

Then play a 'slot' and lose alot,
They're there for your investment,
The profit's lean, from each machine
It's kinda like assessment.

You have a closet where you live
that's bigger than your stateroom
The bathroom follows suite and so
It sure will be your hate room.

Back you come from where they sail,
West Palm, Miami, Lauderdale,
Then home to Jersey or New York
Or from wherever else you hail.

Friends will ask about the ship
It's now your time to lie,
"What a super time we had",
You show the bargain rye.

Pretty soon a club is formed
To save for next year's trip,
You're caught, trapped, no way out,
You're 'head' of next year's 'clip'.
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The Ocean Trip

Contributed by norm on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 09:35:00 AM in AEST
Topic: HumorPoetry

If you take an ocean trip
aboard an ocean liner,
You would think that nothing
in this world could be much finer.

The charming people sit around
and lap up gin and tonic,
The kiddies rush from stem to stern
and run in ultra sonic.

The ship pulls in to Nassau port
The lines are draped on hawsers,
You disembark to do the town,
At each store, you're a pausers.

Then back aboard for noonday lunch,
You'll eat until you're loaded,
Then back on land, then back on ship
To dine until you're bloated.

The tubby girls should never go,
It's eclairs that will do it,
It's very hard to say to chef,
Don't want it, forget it, screw it.

Then play a 'slot' and lose alot,
They're there for your investment,
The profit's lean, from each machine
It's kinda like assessment.

You have a closet where you live
that's bigger than your stateroom
The bathroom follows suite and so
It sure will be your hate room.

Back you come from where they sail,
West Palm, Miami, Lauderdale,
Then home to Jersey or New York
Or from wherever else you hail.

Friends will ask about the ship
It's now your time to lie,
"What a super time we had",
You show the bargain rye.

Pretty soon a club is formed
To save for next year's trip,
You're caught, trapped, no way out,
You're 'head' of next year's 'clip'.

Copyright © norm ... [ 2003-07-27 09:35:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Ocean Trip (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 12:38:12 PM AEST
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Ahhhhh Norm thanks for reminding me of this fun.
We went to the Bahama's a few years back our first time on a ship it took my breath away!! Out of the eightteen wheeler into the ocean what a switch.
Great write.
michelle

Re: The Ocean Trip (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Sunday, 27th July 2003 @ 01:08:31 PM AEST
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always wanted to go but never had the chance...sounds like I would gain enough to sink the ship

Shari

Re: The Ocean Trip (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 29th July 2003 @ 01:29:31 PM AEST
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i would love to be on deck with the wind in my hair, wow, great poem:) hugs n' love nessa

Re: The Ocean Trip (User Rating: 1 )
by Kimmie_mac on Tuesday, 29th July 2003 @ 05:53:30 PM AEST
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This was great. It sound excititng but I am am a land lover. LOL Kimmie_mac

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