By: Luke DuBois
On the twelfth day of Sea Term, the Master Plumber gave to me;
Twelve trouble log entries,
Eleven motha-fuckas,
Ten dumb deckies,
Nine flights of stairs,
Eight outside rates,
Seven rice filled grinders,
Six coffee breaks,
Five in port watches,
Four New York strip clubs,
Three stinky rooms,
Two pairs of overalls,
One Danny Colon.
