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CAP 'TIM
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JOURNAL#8 a labor of love dissatisfied since birth
high tailing it through Spain, I sailed from Perth
I met a man who insisted on being addressed as Cap 'Tim
he taught me more than I would ever need to know about sailing
and I'm still not sure what was in it for him
he spun hair raising tales of the seven headed sea creature and its
eyeless offspring of the deep
he spoke of treasures yet to be found but none one would be allowed
to keep
why, I bet that the Owl and the Pussycat got on better along
I was about ready to slit his throat when I found out that
he didn't know even one popular Beatles song
I was dubious at first of his professed control over
the angry churning seas
he claimed he learned his craft from the greatest of
sea dogs ever when really all he caught I believe were
his fleas
had he had a peg leg, a beer belly and a black patched
eye
he couldn't have been more terrifying had he been a drunkard
gone six days dry
when I became ill and fell to caress the ship's decks
he kindly concocted for me a libation guaranteed to
put hair on my chest
I had strangely enough over all a most memorable time
aboard that creaking leaking tug
even if the Cap 'Tim at times was a grouch, a lech
and worse than some overly smug thug............
( written Sept 8,1992 pm)
