Saturday, May 14, 2011



He was dead level set
On the girl he met
A tiny thing was she

Her name was Rose
A name she chose
A daughter of the sea

Most everyone knows
The man she chose
Was as a man should be

No fins for legs
His grog in kegs
No chicken of the sea

He sailed one day
Didn’t mean to stay
His one day turned to three

Rose wanted to stay
But wandered away
On a horse she bought for free

When finally he returned
He was summarily spurned
And denied a chance for plea

Now Rose wandered free
Never more to see
The man who sailed

The chicken of the sea

No comments:

Post a Comment