I wonder how many poets
have been found guilty and subjected to poetic justice
have justice meted out to them
how many times they have sunk
and gone to Davy Jones’ locker
doomed souls they be
victims of their own leaky penmanship
now laying at the bottom of the sea
they at one time sought to conquer
a cargo vessel crossing the Atlantic…
undoubtedly an old sea captain
a gray grizzled bear of a man
aboard barking commands
with a gravelly voice
ordering the sails be trimmed
leeward windward adjust the boom
lower the boom!
no wait, maybe 150 years ago
not these days please and thank you
tanker ship I believe
wish I was aboard
Ahoy! Fair winds and following seas to you…
and watch out for growlers!
