Blimey, that cussed dog of a demented sailor FORGOT me!! Cor, it must be that wicked headache fairy be fying that poor man's wee brains! Understandable, but I shall ponder if it be a forgivable crime or if I shall have to insist on, shall we say, a share of said demented sailor's plundered treasures (I be thinking along the lines of chocolate, me poor confused Aussie lad) to set things right and to win my forgiveness. Some good Belgian chocolate ought to right this outrageous wrong, don't you think? Tim Tam's might even soothe me some...the double chocolate ones me thinks.
Poem, poem...hmmmmm, .let me put me thinking cap on...if I can find it.
A Soothing Poem
Gently, softly, our ship is sailing,
Wind is pushing her on out to sea.
Gulls are crying, boards are creaking,
Ocean sounds are putting us to sleep.
Sunset colors - pink, orange and yellow,
Fill the sky with majesty,
As it fades we sink into darkness,
Night time comes so quietly.
Troubles fade away into nothing,
As our ship sails into the night,
Oh dear Captain, we hope you're better,
As we want you to be all right.
(and to quit throwing spit balls at us!)
Sue in Vancouver