Happy father's day ya scurvy dogs. This is my dad and I painted him and called him Captain Dad, he likes to sail on the seas. In real life he is even more colourful.
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Showing posts with label sailor. Show all posts
01 September 2013
Captain Dad
Happy father's day ya scurvy dogs. This is my dad and I painted him and called him Captain Dad, he likes to sail on the seas. In real life he is even more colourful.
02 February 2013
Wavebeard wally
© Mulga 2012, Wavebeard Wally, Ink on Paper, 15 x 21 cm
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An Ode to Wavebeard Wally
He's an old sailor chum and he always smells of fishes
His craft and his trade is the ocean and it's dishes
He doesnt like to walk on the solid solid land
His boat is his home on the ocean oh so grand
Every day on the ocean has affected him just so
That the beard on his face has found a peculiar way to grow
These whiskers in question have formed into the shape of waves
And it's not some parlour trick or the way that he shaves
He rocks the full wave beard and it's pretty darn rad
That's the story of Wavebeard Wally an ocean going lad
25 August 2012
Rodney Rope Beard
If you like what you see you can buy a print at my online shop.
An Ode To Rodney Ropebeard
Rope Beard Rodney is an old sea salt
His poison of choice is whiskey and malt
He nearly met his maker, sent by Moby Slick
The great grand whale of Moby Dick
This whale was a zombie beast stained red
From the blood of the men upon which it has fed
Rodney tried to harpoon this deathly whale
But the odds were against him he was doomed to fail
It's skin was as strong as a golden orbs web
Harpoons were useless even to the head
Moby Slick devoured the entire stinking crew
Gobbled them up like some putrid human stew
Rodney did escape and he'll tell you the tale
Of his high seas adventure with Moby Slick the whale
The End
See you next time
- Mulga
14 January 2012
El Capitan rides the waves again
This is a poem I completed just because...
El Capitan
He is an old sea dog and he surfs a log
He smokes a pipe and doesn't own a dog
On the high seas of life he stays outta strife
Except when he hunts for treasure and fights with a knife
A life long sailor like this here man
Prefers the raging ocean waters over any dry land
He's been here and there and seen this and that
He'll stare you down while he wears his hat
He's the El Capitano and he sings soprano
He likes the rum and he's got bravado
The end
See you next time - Mulga
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