Well there is nothing like a bit of
Samuel Taylor Coleridge rhyming about some ancient mariner to get your carbuncles a itchin on a Monday arvo.
Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.
I blame my love of Iron Maiden in the mid 80's for my knowledge of the ancient mariner.
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