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Twas the Night before Shipmas.

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‘Twas the night before Shipmas, when all thru’ the Sea,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Sea Bee;
The Sea-Bags were hung by the Smoke Stack with care,
In hopes that Admiral St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Seamen were nestled all snug in their Racks,
With visions of Crackers and Cheese Whiz and various snacks,
And Cappy in his state room, and I in watch-cap,
Had just settled our brains, for a long Shipboard nap-
When out by the anchor, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my rack, to see what was the matter.
Away to the Forecastle, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the dogs, and I opened the hatch.
The moon on the breast of the ship with fresh snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hale,
But a miniature sub, and some porpoises and whales,
With a little old Captain, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Admiral St. Nick.
More rapid than Seagulls his these sea creatures came,
And he whistled, and echoed, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Narwhal, now! Moby, now! Willy, and Skipper,
“On! Spinner, on! Orca, on! Humpback and Flipper;
“To the top of the Bridge! to the top of the Mast!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away Fast!”
As salt spray before the wild typhoon fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the Smoke_stack the Dolphinidae they flew,
With the Sub full of Crates - and Admiral St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the Deck
The scraping of Sub parts, it was kind of a wreck.
As looked toward the Mess hall, and was turning around,
Down the smoke stack Admiral St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was in his dress uniform, from his hat to his shoes,
And his uniform was disheveled, and smelled a little of booze;
A bundle of Shipmas Crates, he dragged cross the deck,
He looked a lot like the Chief, but I thought, what the heck:
His eyes - They were bloodshot! his arms were all hairy,
His cheeks were all sunken, his nose it was scary;
His droll little mouth was as per usual, a frown,
And the beard of his chin was a mixed grey and brown;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And whatever smoke he had in it, circled his head like a wreath.
He had a huge face, and a little round body.
He kind of looked like a bobble-head, but they aren't quite so gaudy:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Sailor,
And I laughed when I saw him and thought he had a bad tailor;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the sea-bags; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the smokestack he rose.
He sprung to his Sub, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, leaving a con-trail like a missile:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Shipmas to all, and to all a good Fight.

 

                                                               Happy Shipmas to you all,

                                                               Sovereigndawg

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11 minutes ago, Sovereigndawg said:

‘Twas the night before Shipmas, when all thru’ the Sea,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Sea Bee;
The Sea-Bags were hung by the Smoke Stack with care,
In hopes that Admiral St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The Seamen were nestled all snug in their Racks,
With visions of Crackers and Cheese Whiz and various snacks,
And Cappy in his state room, and I in watch-cap,
Had just settled our brains, for a long Shipboard nap-
When out by the anchor, there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my rack, to see what was the matter.
Away to the Forecastle, I flew like a flash,
Tore open the dogs, and I opened the hatch.
The moon on the breast of the ship with fresh snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should I hale,
But a miniature sub, and some porpoises and whales,
With a little old Captain, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Admiral St. Nick.
More rapid than Seagulls his these sea creatures came,
And he whistled, and echoed, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Narwhal, now! Moby, now! Willy, and Skipper,
“On! Spinner, on! Orca, on! Humpback and Flipper;
“To the top of the Bridge! to the top of the Mast!
“Now dash away! dash away! dash away Fast!”
As salt spray before the wild typhoon fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the Smoke_stack the Dolpinidae they flew,
With the Sub full of Crates - and Admiral St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the Deck
The scraping of Sub parts, it was kind of a wreck.
As looked toward the Mess hall, and was turning around,
Down the smoke stack Admiral St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was in his dress uniform, from his hat to his shoes,
And his uniform was disheveled, and smelled a little of booze;
A bundle of Shipmas Crates, he dragged cross the deck,
He looked a lot like the Chief, but I thought, what the heck:
His eyes - They were bloodshot! his arms were all hairy,
His cheeks were all sunken, his nose it was scary;
His droll little mouth was as per usual, a frown,
And the beard of his chin was a mixed grey and brown;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And whatever smoke he had in it, circled his head like a wreath.
He had a huge face, and a little round body.
He kind of looked like a bobble-head, but they aren't quite so gaudy:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Sailor,
And I laughed when I saw him and thought he had a bad tailor;
With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head
He soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the sea-bags; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the smokestack he rose.
He sprung to his Sub, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, leaving a con-trail like a missile:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-
Happy Shipmas to all, and to all a good Fight.

 

                                                               Happy Shipmas to you all,

                                                               Sovereigndawg

As usual great (but you forgot the pop toasties). Have a great Christmas with yours S'dawg, and keep them coming. 

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Awesome Awesome Awesome, thats all i have to say bout that poem.  Warships Should Publish it....And Make SovereignDawg more famous than he already is. 

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