Fish_Whisperer
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(With apologies to Dear Edgar Allen Poe...)
Once upon a morning dreary
I went diving with Becky Leary
She was a babe
She looked so fine
In her gear she looked divine
We dove, we smiled, we saw some fish,
We went for drinks
I hoped and wished...
But Becky wasn't plied with beer
Nor was she pleased I touched her rear
She bit
She scratched
She was a ho
She kicked my pickle
And hurt me so...
So if you dive some morning dreary
(and choose thy buddy wisely, friends)
Stay far far away from Becky Leary.
-Frank
Once upon a morning dreary
I went diving with Becky Leary
She was a babe
She looked so fine
In her gear she looked divine
We dove, we smiled, we saw some fish,
We went for drinks
I hoped and wished...
But Becky wasn't plied with beer
Nor was she pleased I touched her rear
She bit
She scratched
She was a ho
She kicked my pickle
And hurt me so...
So if you dive some morning dreary
(and choose thy buddy wisely, friends)
Stay far far away from Becky Leary.
-Frank
