BALLS

"hornpipe"...(ish)

Old Captain Kerr gave up the main
to nurse his stiff arthritic knee
he furled his sails and dropped his chain
and took up bowls and morning tea

a patch concealed his missing eye
one hand was nothing but a hook
his peg-leg went up to his thigh
but all the rest was by the book

his skill in round-shot lobbing brawls
transferred directly to the green
the bias of his bowling balls
was pitiless and lean and mean

and if an end e'er looked in doubt
he drove and smashed to neutralize
induce demoralizing rout
and claim the trophy as his prize






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