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