> The ship had tied up at the docks,
> And the seamen all polished their cocks,
> Then scrambled ashore
> In a search for a whore,
> Who would readily open her box.
> 
> But one lad on the deck still did sit.
> Said the captain: "You don't want a bit?"
> "It's the size of my dick;
> It's so bloody thick
> That I can't find a girl it will fit."
> 
> "Look lad," said the skipper, "on top
> Of that bollard is sitting a pop-
> Sy. Hey, Lucy dear,
> I've a customer here."
> She got up with an audible pop.


I'd love to include Lucy's charming reply, but I'd
better not without permission.

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