You are here

A Great Old Ship Was She

+ enlarge
 

One hundred ports the ship had passed


            sailing the clear blue waters


One hundred times the sail been cast


            Hoisted by sons and daughters


 


Twas now time for the ship to rest


            creaking and leaking begun


But sailor wanted one last zest


            Drinking and stinking of rum


 


So out they went, sailor and boat


            For one last go at the sea


And the bow did crack one high note


            as the man shouted with glee


 


But Neptune’s arms, solid and strong


            Threw them topsy-turvy


The man, though drunk, tried to hold on


            Stance increasingly swervy


 


The boat, though old, knew how to end


            This fateful trip to water


No longer would she try and defend


            The man who once had bought her


 


Her hull she split, a sweet divide


            And in came the foamy sea


Down her caverns, so deep and wide


            The sailor will forever be


 


 

Comments

Loading comments...