An Ode to Slop Drain and Sewage T'was on a Sunday afternoon alongside at Trot Three, A Part III knob was given the job of blowing poo and pee, His Sea Dad said, "Just use yer 'ead and line it up correctly", "I'm halfway through me thirteenth pint, will be along directly" But on this Sunday afternoon, with far too much ale sunk His Sea Dad lost the bubble, and crashed out on his bunk. This left the trainee on his own, but he wasn't one to mank, So he lined it up as best he could and put a blow upon the tank. The LP air rushed through pipes - he gave the valve more wellie, Just when he thought the job was done-his world turned Brown and Smelly. He'd forgot a bathroom scupper - and as he looked at it - A gurgling noise was followed - by a massive jet of shit. It sprayed around the bathroom and covered all in sight, It was hangin' from the deckheads like stalactites of shite. It was in the sinks and down the walls it was sloppin round the deck A ricochet had hit him and was slidin' down his neck. The Part III trainee deeps was now at a loss for words The JR's Heads and Bathroom now just wall to wall in turds. The boat was fu**ing stinkin' - and I think its safe to bet, Our Part III F***ing nob-head will not get his dolphins yet! Your turn !