The Sailor and His First Mate

In a galivant through the sea was the sailor and his first mate,
They did not travel in a dreadnought or freight,
So they could freely fish and bait,
A gale appeared one evening so godawful,
That the sailor's first mate began to tipple,
He found and binged every last bottle,
In a way to ease all of the quandary,
As the gusts and waves nearly have the ship to bury,
The sailor began to frustrate over his first mates activity,
But only to find him lifeless with a bottle in hand,
The sailor had to deep-six his first mate while he was off land,
And the sailor remained without sightof a seastrand.

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