John Ingram isn't the author of this bit of doggerel but he passed it on and so shall he be blamed .........

 

THE SNIPE

 

 

From a shallow hole in the after deck

Comes a smell that's thick and ripe

Of grease and sweat and unwashed neck

the creature known as the SNIPE

 

He lives below in his stagnant cave

far from the light of day

Far from the smell of wind and wave

in slime and slow decay.

 

But deck hands say when the light is draped

in the black you may hear him prowl

As he comes topside like a ghost escaped

the paintwork to be foul.

 

He scratched his back on the paintwork

leaving a greasy smear

And his smell goes out on the midnight air

polluting the atmosphere.

 

He smirches the deck with his greasy track

and smudges the stanchions too

And he leaves a track of gooey black

to be cleaned by the topside crew.

 

Now this is the reason that all men know

who follow the bos'n pipe,

That the vilest of beast lives down below

That creature called the SNIPE.

 

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