[carol m]

I can't help but notice, dear Sailor Chris
That you have developed a 'thing' for sewige!
It keeps cropping up, day after day
It's time to get sewage out of the way.

I know it's not, for me to say, Chris
But I recommend, you give sewage a miss!
Then your life will be full of sweet smelling bliss
And you never know, you might get a kiss
From your nearest and dearest, or even a tryst.

Perhaps you're a prince, disguised as a frog
As you sit there croaking on top of a log?
Perhaps you daren't tell us? (its been ever since
You dived into the drain, in search of your hiss).

Aarp!

PS. I've just sailed into page 14.