Ship In A Bottle by Flakebelly from United Kingdom
The storm comes upon us as we rush for s
and our little boat is rolled up, turned over in it's claws
it's teeth - the broken pieces in a shipwreak mouth
shepherd little fishes into it's throaty howl
it's tongue loves like the kraken - a thousand lashes on the mast
a tattered mainsail cracks...
Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours
Found underneath a gooseberry bush, some time past. A purveyor of pomes and posey, liking nothing more than to be thumbing his flaming jangle music all hours
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