And don't broach the gravy boat either! Art
On Wed, Nov 26, 2008 at 2:48 AM, Ralph E. Ahseln <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>wrote: > ** > > * 'Twas the day before Thanksgiving, I was reading Email,* > > There was arguing and chatting 'bout trimming a sail, And > of pesky Through hulls and what we should do, Should we solder or crimp > it. That yearly Milieu. There were mates still a'sailing, and some that > were not, Others were wishing they were someplace that's hot. Some vessels > were nestled so snug " On the Hard", It was rainy and cold down… at > the boat yard. While I ran the computer I heard a loud Squawk, I thought > for a moment ..must be "battery" talk, But what to my wondering eyes did > appear ? Why, Old Cap'n Turkey came flying in here. A jolly old bird and > his feathers were neat, I laughed when I saw him .. And got ready to eat. He > smiled a big smile and he stroked his red Wattle, And gave me a swig from > his big old Rum bottle. He turned very quick and I swear this is true, He > was singing a song that I thought that I knew, Sort of Western Calypso.. > a Holiday tune, Not "Gobble D' Gobble", t 'was more like a Croon. That Old > Turkey flew off ... To where? I can't guess, But I did see him look at a > small GPS, I heard him exclaim as he sailed out of sight, " Happy > Thanksgiving y'all, keep your sailboat..... UPRIGHT ! " > > *ralph e. ahseln* > *November 2008* > >
