the maritimes were marry indeed. i gaped at the gap in the inn of the mountain. i napped, laughed and lazed and drank from beer fountains. i ran, swam and tubbed, feet clammed and mud.
then there was jocelyn's booze crooze. i mused and shmoozed with the booze crooze blues. bemused and news with the booze crooze dues. we lit and fused with the booze crooze shoes.
there was lots of booze
people got down, you know what i'm sayin
people got silly, you know i aint playin
even a bit frilly perhaps
jolly good chaps
