A fisherman singing jack
Living in a seaside shack
Side-by-side with seals and squealing birds
That sing along to my shantified words
The shushing of the susurrating sea
Provides the background music for me
Tide-washed mermaid-purses filled with glee
Oh yes, a seaside shanty singer me
Come on, join in, sing along with me
crispina kemp 
and a hey and a how I sing along high and low🙃
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Nice one. Makes me chuckle! 🙂
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I couldn’t resist, your words rang along in me
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What better compliment could anyone want!
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Your a genious
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Yea, I guess that rates higher as a compliment, Though I would deny it. I just have moments of inspiration
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I thought this was an outhouse!
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It’s a little fisherman’s hut. I think. It was in an area of the dunes much scattered with small fishing boats
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Oh I see. Thanks 🙏🏼
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👍😊😎
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Wonderful! I do love your funny poetry, gives me a laugh!
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I’m happy at that. I prefer humour to sentiment when it comes to poetry 🙂
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A couple of miles down the track
I discovered a fisherman’s shack
He said “come right in here
And lend me your ear,
while we both share a beer, out the back”.
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Good one. I’d love to share a beer, out back 🙂
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As a surprise this week visit https://bobfairfield.org/2023/07/19/crimsons-creative-challenge-245-following-the-flock/
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Excellent! I can hear that lovely shanty clear across the pond!
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Thank you! 😁
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