As it's such a special birthday here's a little ballad about your weekend (birthday) escapade across the channel
(warning : photos may follow
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Birthday RIBBING
16 men without a care
On a cross-channel blast
The weather lookin fair
For a rip to St. Vaast !
Oh they struck a fine pose
The frenchified crew
Dressed up like matelots
Twirly moustaches too !
There were waves on the way
Then on the console a loud crack
As Rogue Wave’s open mouth
Spat out his tooth’s cap!
Rogue Wave cried in pain
And scrabbled on the deck
‘That’s fifty quid down the drain
I’ll find it by heck!’
They glassed in the boyo’s tooth
And carried on their way
Following the birthday Youth
Into Cherbourg’s fair bay.
Whiteshoes faded fast
Once he hit Café Du Port
Dreaming of St. Vaast
He started to snore…
In vain the piano lady played
The Peruvian Pan Pipers had a go
Sound asleep he stayed
(Rogue Wave also !)
The weekend was bitchin
Great destination to choose,
Now you’re back in the Itchen
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WHITESHOES!!!!!
