November 16th, 2011 -- by Bacchus
Forty Miles To Albany
The cook she was a grand old gal,
she wore a ragged dress.
We hoisted her upon a pole
as a signal of distress…
See also: “When I finally find that desert island, I am gonna have so much goddamned fun…”
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The clouds, the blown hair, the furled sails, the whitecaps… All the signs of impending stormy seas.
It is said that a woman’s uncovered breasts presented to the sea will calm the waves ahead.
Perhaps this sort of behavior is what inspired the idea of carving a woman’s bared breasts on the prow of a ship as a figurehead.
http://www.roya...s.htm
A good illustrated example can be found here ( http://www.badr...ship/ ) and is nicely enlarged if you click on it…
Also two here:
http://www.old-...d.jpg
http://modelshi...7.jpg
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