Thursday, June 26, 2008

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Ship ahoy,
Captain Foy,
Check the fog
For an old sea dog

7 comments:

Josie said...

Have a rum
To settle the tum,
And note the nog
In the Captain’s log

Pat - An Arkansas Stamper said...

Woof, woof!

quilly said...

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 mast
And 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.

Echo said...

free verse, often terse

quiet night
fog
hiding the captain
not well enough

Maggie May said...

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 albatross
And the waves are high and up he is tossed!

74WIXYgrad said...

Captain Foy
Is an oversize boy
What gives him joy
Is a stuffed dog toy

We tried to give him a rubber duck
Also tried a firetruck
He wanted a dog, he was stuck
We couldn't find one, just our luck

Nessa said...

I went and took
a nice long look
and what did I see
when I glanced at the sea?
In a sinking boat,
barely afloat,
a scurvy sailor
who was more of a bailer.