How idyllic, says he.
What else can you tell me?
For in all honesty,
Full disclosure is key.
It was a Channel crossing,
From Dover to Calais,
The sea was rough and rousing,
And walking was like dancing a ballet.
I had no sea legs, I was reeling,
My wits and breakfast were all asunder,
To the loo I went a-heaving,
Old Davy Jones had his plunder.
I never felt this way before, nor since.
For I have a strong constitution.
And little makes me wince,
Nor stir my noble disposition.
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