Captain Miller and his boys
Heard the lookout cry ahoy!
As they ran aground upon the bar of sand
And their hardy ship was broken
And their gunpowder was soakin’
And the situation soon got out of hand
When the storm had cast the crew upon this land
”Twas just a little island
But he warned them all Be silent
He was wary for the safety of his crew
So they brought what they could carry
And he told them not to tarry
And bring those guns and ammunition too
Or we’ll wind up in a pickle and a stew
Now, the natives, they were tribal
And they’d never seen the Bible
And they cared not but a fig for being kind
And they smelled the blood of others
Who were surely not their brothers
And they crept upon the crewmen from behind
With culinary motives on their mind
So they had them all surrounded
And upon their prey they bounded
They were silent, and they blended with the night
And the sailors were defeated,
Of their guns and ammo cheated,
And they couldn’t even offer up a fight
They were dragged away, before the morning light
Now, the tribal men were hungry
All they had was fruit and sundry
And the puny fish they caught within their net
And the coals, they were a-raking
Getting ready for the baking
Of the biggest catch they’d captured, as of yet
And the sailors, they were humbled with regret
Now the Chief, he started dreaming
Of the roasting and the steaming
And the savory delights they would enjoy
And the slaughter would be gruesome
And the barbeque so toothsome
A rotisserie of spits they would employ
And the sailors’ sorry ship they would destroy
Now, the Captain, he was cunning
And his mind had started running
To a way they might this tragedy undo
How to rescue all his crewmen
From these natives so inhuman
And find their guns and ammunition too
And free them from this Pickle, and this Stew.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
Excellent read!
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Thank you!
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Just reblogged. Had to stop laughing!
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I am laughing out loud and the spouse thinks (well, knows) that I have lost my mind. WONDERFUL!!!!
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Haha! Thanks for the reblog!
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You keep this up and I’ll have to reblog everything. Really outstanding.
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🤪
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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
Outstanding piece of poetry!!! Original post by Lee Dunn, “Are My Feet On The Ground?” A must read! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Beckie!
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You are so very welcome. 🙂
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This is absolutely outstanding! Bravo, my friend!!!! 🙂
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I still haven’t figured out what Captain Miller is going to do.
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I can’t wait to see what happens next! 🙂
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At this level of quality you could be proud at one a lifetime. Some of those rhymes are unforgettable!
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That’s what LSD will do for you.
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We’re in total agreement on that. Tell me — are we just permanently, um, elevated now, or are they just not making it like they used to?
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I’m going to puke again….
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I read the last part, and thought you meant WE’re not making like we used to.
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You’d better check this post right away, so you know what all the hate mail’s about…
timelessclassics.wordpress.com/2018/01/16/a-silly-sort-of-lee/
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In fine form tonight, aren’t you? This is priceless! 😆
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Thank you. Felt inadequate for doing only one post day before, I think.
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