Al "sorry" i got so excited writing this lot i missed one "F"
So I feel im owing you another joke,
Try this one Al,
Now this time in history is when "Press gangs" landed in ports all over england and their job was to kidnap young men to man the ships waiting to sail away over the sea's,
Not all the young men fitted into sea life and some had to be told day after day what to do and how to do it,
"Ships cook" Come here you !
The latest victim stood shaking "only wanting to please and live a life of peace"
"Cook"
Now you's take this tray to the captains cabin, It's his supper and he dont like his food all mixed up on the plate "so's you carry this tray Like im showing you,
The cook holds the tray on his shoulder while his arm is bent and his hand firmly on his hip,
If you do's it the way's ive showed you you'll have one hand to hold onto the ships rails,
Now remember what ive said, The captain dont like his food all mixed up, and the last Young lad who mixed his food up ended up as "Shark dinner" So do what ever the Captain tells you!!!!!! Now get the tray and go.
The young lad got the tray and opened the door and went on deck, it was a bad storm blowing, 60foot waves crashing over the ship,
The ship rocked from side to side "But the young lad made it to the Captain's cabin door"
And he himself was amazed he still had his bent arm in place and his hand on his hip & the tray and food all in place,
He took a deep breath and then knocked on the Captains door, KNOCK KNOCK,
Yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who the hell's Knocking on my door??????
It's me Captain "Willy small piece" ive got your supper,
What!!! Sing out Laddie or your shark meat, Sing out !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just at that minute a giant wave crashes over the deck and whips the tray into the very wild sea,
Once again the Captains Loud voice shouts "Singout Laddie" Whats happend to my supper?
The lad takes a deep breath and sings
Oh your supper's gone over bourd barleyvooo your suppers gone over bourd barleyvooo
Well how's that one Al ?