Simply celebrating life
Have a rumTo settle the tum,And note the nogIn the Captain’s log
I told him back in Singapore,He should leave the dog ashore,If'n it was up to me,We'd leave that doggy in the sea.He chased my cat right up the mastAnd ate my hat night-before-last.Then this morning as the sun come up,He tinkled in my coffee cup.I kicked him right on his hairy bum,Yelpin' and yeowlin' off he did run,From fore to aft and o'er the side,I say good riddance to his sorry hide.But the cap'n wants him back So that's so that's the way it has to be,That's why I'm out here rowin' through the fog,Searchin' the ocean for an old sea dog.
free verse, often tersequiet night foghiding the captainnot well enough
David has been cast a way.....Out to sea, what can I say!He wanted to get his very best shot!But where's the shore? He has forgot!His camera was taken by an albatrossAnd the waves are high and up he is tossed!
Captain FoyIs an oversize boyWhat gives him joyIs a stuffed dog toyWe tried to give him a rubber duckAlso tried a firetruckHe wanted a dog, he was stuckWe couldn't find one, just our luck
I went and tooka nice long lookand what did I seewhen I glanced at the sea?In a sinking boat,barely afloat,a scurvy sailorwho was more of a bailer.
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