Mayday Mayday Mayday
I’ve run out of French Djion
Pardon me masseur
Would you have any grey poupon
Mayday Mayday Mayday
My ship is sinking fast
I need that mustard quickly
For this sandwich is my last
Mayday Mayday Mayday
The water’s at my knees
Don’t like my bread too soggy
Can you expedite this please
Mayday Mayday Mayday
The waves are at my waist
If you don’t deliver soon
Salt is all I’ll taste
Mayday Mayday Mayday
The waves are at my neck
If you do not hurry
You’ll never spot the deck
Mayday Mayday Mayday
My ship is now a sub
Never mind the mustard
Glub glub glub glub glub
Copyright © 2012 Patrick Granfors
Starman
along with you ! Lady Mary Ann
amusement from the giggles!!!
Lady Vivian
Anna
NEXT TIME YER IN A FAST-FOOD CARRY-OUT STORE, GRAB A BIG HANDFUL OF THOSE LITTLE 'CONDIMENT PACKETS' ... PUT IN 'MEAT DRAWER' OF FRIDGE - DON'T TAKE UP MUCH SPACE, AND LAST FOREVER!
BON APETITE! TK ...
Mark