Amiss On a Misty Sea

Through rolling vapor MISTS I spy, a sailing ship at sea, And think, perhaps, the Captain’s lost, MYSTIFIED as to where he be- For he had MISSED his plotted course, because he could not see, And now was lost and AMIDST, with others just like he- There was no sign of MISTING, leaving the harbor an hour before, REMISS about the weather, didn't know a MIST was rolling to shore- MYSTERIOUS murk surrounded his ship, as he looked to find some ground, And MISTY eyed he did become, when a way home wasn’t found- “MISSING BOATS in a MYSTICAL FOG", the newspaper headlines read, And those who'd been 'board the “MYSTIC,” now reported dead-