a xmas poem

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  1. TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED IN ACROWD.
    IN A 60 MAN BERTHING WITH OPPO'S SO LOUD
    I HAD COME DOWN THE FIN WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS BOAT DID LIVE.
    I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT DID I SEE.
    NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE.
    NO STOCKINGS WERE HUNG, JUST NO 8S CLOSE AT HAND, ON THE BULKHEAD HUNG PICTURES OF A FAR DISTANT LAND.
    A SOBERING THOUGHT CAME INTO MY MIND. FOR THIS PLACE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS SO DARK AND DREARY,
    I HAD FOUND THE HOME OF A SUBMARINER ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
    THE SAILOR LAY SLEEPING, SILENT AND ALONE.
    CURLED UP IN HIS PIT, DREAMING OF HOME.
    I REALISED THE FAMILIES THAT IV'E SEEN THIS NIGHT.
    OWED THEIR FREEDOM TO THESE SAILORS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
    SOON ROUND THE WORLD THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
    AND GROWN UP'S WOULD CELEBRATE A NEW CHRISTMAS DAY.
    THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR.
    BECAUSE OF THE SAILOR LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
    I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
    ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE ON A SEA FAR FROM HOME
    THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
    I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY.
    THE SAILOR AWOKE AND IHEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
    SANTA DONT CRY FOR THIS IS MY CHOICE.
    THE SAILOR ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
    I COULDN'T CONTROL IT , I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
    I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS SO SILENT SO STILL,
    AND WE BOTH SHIVERED IN THE NIGHTS COLD CHILL
    I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD DARK NIGHT,
    THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOUR, SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
    THEN THE SAILOR ROLLED OVER , AND WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE
    WHISPERED " CARRY ON SANTA ITS CHRISTMAS DAY ALL IS SECURE"

    TAKEN FROM AN AMERICAN SUB SITE AND FIDDLED WITH
     
  2. BZ on that one!!! :D :D :D :D :D
     
  3. fantastic mate.....nicely done.....nuff said
     
  4. nice one mate did you make up urself?
     
  5. Read the very Last line written!The clue is there somewhere!
     
  6. Very nice, apt.
     
  7. I thought that was either a confession or part of the poem! ;)
     
  8. anuvver christmas dit..............
    It was christmas day on the sleek black boat
    tied to the harbours walls
    the cox'n was calling the muster
    when some rotten bastard said"Balls!!"
    I'll give you balls you ******
    you nasty little cnut
    you will have no christmas duff
    for that nasty little stunt
    then up spoke the 3 badge stoker
    his face as grey as ash
    he said Don't want no christmas duff swain
    YOU CAN POKE IT UP YOUR ARSE............Merry christmas everyone.


    UP SPIRITS.................SPLICEEEEEEEERS!!!
     

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