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ode to the seaman's son...

Le kapitan's crewman David was in the pink of health
Enjoying wine women and song and wallowing in his wealth
The lau chio pussy he had on the side he had to do in stealth
Until his inevitable resignation which was on March the twelfth
What a coincidence that he resigned on March the twelfth! :eek:
I'm wondering, is he still doing other things in stealth?
It may be true that he has a certain amount of wealth;
But I'm not so sure if he is still in the pink of health. ;)
 
you will always be papa's pride and joy

Rattus action behind the hill is once again on the rise
The action party better not be pound foolish penny wise
There are certain things we can't leave them to their own device
Careful steps must be taken to engineer their demise
 
The holy one shows a monkey flipping it's finger
Knowing full well the image would surely linger,
Le Kapitan is in clear and present danger,
His reputation at stake due to the lone ranger.
 
Le Kapitan sails up north to the bearylands;
Using his Slavic tongue to impress upon his friends;
Feeling the seismic shift, he's making all sorts of plans;
All you need is the Big Russian Soul to make all things grand!
 
What's gonna happen to the succession plan?
Kapitan's crewman is still stuck with a pan.
Needles and physio are supposed to mend;
Only a miracle now can save the clan.
 
Le Kapitan's crew are smartly decked in proper suits and tie
All ready to have some luncheon, some preferred American pie
In front of the big boys, the crew looked like small fry
What could be the hidden agenda? Kee chiu can only pry...
 
Le Kapitan's crew are smartly decked in proper suits and tie
All ready to have some luncheon, some preferred American pie
In front of the big boys, the crew looked like small fry
What could be the hidden agenda? Kee chiu can only pry...

For all the fancy birthday dinners with rojak, laksa and what not,
Le Kapitan's ship is looking impressive but with an inside rot,
A national indian master chef is soon to be gone,
oh dear how would le kapitan know now when his prata is done?
 
For all the fancy birthday dinners with rojak, laksa and what not,
Le Kapitan's ship is looking impressive but with an inside rot,
A national indian master chef is soon to be gone,
oh dear how would le kapitan know now when his prata is done?

Kapitan (voiceover): The fog's just lifting. Throw off your bow line; throw off your stern. You head out to the istana, past pulau ubin . Past orchard Pond where I skated as a kid. Blow your air-horn and throw a wave to the lighthouse keeper's kid on kusu Island. Then the birds show up: black backs, herring gulls, big dumb ducks. The sun hits ya - head North. Open up to 12 - steamin' now. The guys are busy; you're in charge. Ya know what? You're a goddamn swordboat prataman. Is there any thing better in the world?
 
chosen to be Captain of papa's old toy
let the sailors in your charge shout a'hoy
charter the waters ahead well my boy
you will always be papa's pride and joy
Whether he's Papa's pride and joy
Or the Captain of Papa's toy,
The boy's cancer can still relapse
Or the boy can simply collapse! :eek:
 
oh dear how would le kapitan know now when his prata is done?

Prata would very soon be a thing of the past
Doesn't matter much of the shadows it shall cast
Chapati is the current fad, you've got to be fast
A piece per minute, it's guaranteed to be a blast
 
Prata would very soon be a thing of the past

An enigmatic figure whom made people ponder
Secrets carried to the grave now trillion miles yonder
The City Hall is crowded yet the mood is sombre
Le Kapitan's motley crew is now short of one member...
 
all those who agree with me, keechiu

Who would truly stand out in this bunch of motley crew?
Somebody capable or by the attention he drew?
Measured by sheer talent or the place that he grew?
Hope Kapitan's plan going the way that he knew.
 
Who would truly stand out in this bunch of motley crew?
Somebody capable or by the attention he drew?
Measured by sheer talent or the place that he grew?
Hope Kapitan's plan going the way that he knew.

Kapitan never really had a real sense of the way to steer,
goodness gracious me, we have a helmsman weird as queer,
You best be careful in the dark rummaging through your gear,
Never know when Kapitan is in the back ready to go in from the rear.

:(
 
Kapitan never really had a real sense of the way to steer

Papa once taught him to tiller towards trouble
Kapitan now decides to take a trip down under
Sailing the seven seas he needs rum on the double
carefully plans his speech to avoid any blunder
 
Crewman Jo says we gotta keep the pace
Learning how to fuck in a confined space
Long gone are the times we fuck in caves
Just bend over and ram home at third base
 
much jolly in the sea, sand and the sun

Be it sex on the beach or screaming orgasm
The thrill of getting caught still sends a little spasm
Crewman Jo's banter created much enthusiasm
Hail the horny Sinkies filled with vivid phantasm
 
The crewmen sail around the South China Sea
Poking their noses in places it shouldn't be
The crewmen shouts in unison "Ang Mohs Dua Kee"
Little did they know Ang Mohs bo hew chao Sinkies!
 
A brand new year and a brand new start
Kapitan is pleased with the return of his karts
Next issue on hand is how he'll play his cards
The choice for the helmsman has to be a m&d.
 
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