I have floated across
some murky ponds
I’ve sailed the
oceans filled with whales
been tangled in
the weeds and fronds
and fallen behind
with tattered sails,
My wooden hull’s in
need of paint
I’ve tried to stop
the leaks, but kaint
Such bad grammar
what must you think me
My age is bad but
will not sink me.
Scrape my hull and
add some varnish
Polish my brass so it
won’t tarnish
Calmly pull back my throttle
Park me there,
inside that bottle.
1 comment:
Adventures that I haven't had yet -
And when I get there, I won't be wet!
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