Christmas Day In Haslar

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  1. This dit has been posted before by me on the board but thought it was an appropriate time of year to reprise it. Written by WWII submariner 'Mick' Jones of HMS/M Unbroken who sadly crossed the bar in June of this year; I'm sure 'Mick' the little leprachaun would have wanted me to share it with all matelots during this the festive season. Merry Christmas to all hands out there.

    [align=left]CHRISTMAS DAY IN HASLAR[/align]

    It was Christmas Day in Haslar, the whitewashed halls were hung
    with merry festive greetings, all the carols had been sung.

    When Matron came to the Men's Ward door, and in a voice so clear
    she announced a Royal visitor to bring them Christmas cheer.

    Princess Margaret stepped into the room, her tiara on her head
    dispensing royal goodwill, as she moved from bed to bed.

    She asked each man his trouble, as she moved on through the halls
    till she came to the bed of the man who said, he had boils upon his balls.

    The Sick Bay Tiffies giggled, and the Matron's face went scarlet red
    as she pulled Her Royal Highness away from that patients bed.

    "Who gave him sherry trifle, and started off his frolics?
    when I get back I'll give him worse than boil's upon his bollocks."

    It was Christmas night in the wee small hours, and not a patient stirred
    when Matron came to the bed of the man, who had said that awful word.

    She pulled the blankets off him, and then upon him she started
    "How dare you tell a Royal Princess about your boily parts?"

    "If ever again in future we're visited by one of our Royal select
    and they ask you what your problem is, please show them some respect.

    Think about our reputation, and don't make of us a spectacle
    just say they're on your hands or knees, but never on your testicles."

    It was Christmas Day in the ward once more, and joy was in the air
    once more a Royal visitor, the Queen, herself was there.

    Her Majesty walked down the ward, amidst the snap of Xmas cracker's
    till she came to the bed of the man who said, he had boils upon his knackers.

    When she asked him what his trouble was, his face was full of woe
    then inspiration struck him, and he said "Boils upon my toe's".

    "How very sad" the Queen replied, "How very sad Oh! dear"
    "they must have spread down from your balls, since our Maggie came last year."

    by Jones 'O' Unbroken

    from Musings of a Merry Matelot

    Red Sailor
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  2. VERY seasonal, and RIP Mick. I'm sure he's having a ball with the rest you've crossed the bar.
  3. Not too far off the thread, but, spent one Christmas in Dolphin with a load of Aussie boatmen.
    During that time, we had snowfall - yep! that many years ago !!, and some of them had never seen the white stuff, and a huge snowfight ensued.
    One of them ended up slipping over (prob from a well aimed snowball) and cracked his tailbone - ended up in Haslar for the period.
    Good time for him though , because we smuggled a bottle of rum in as a get well pressie... don't think he got caught supping it.


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