Straight From the Deck

The light in the night falls slowly upon weathered decks We have placed the dead man on a plank and wrapped him in cheesecloth The rain stops and starts It doesn’t seem to care that he is dead Captain Powder is the priest as the other died two years ago He’s no priest but at sea he’ll have to do We gather ‘round a scurvy crew and do our best to remember our prayers Old One Eye Joe was not a favorite around here. His one eye made it hard to work the ropes with him as he had no perception. T’was always a bloody hard days to think about going up there with him And of course time took it course and he missed roped. To the deck he fell A good 40 feet…not much to look at after that, but then again he never was. So why do I tell you tale. Well if your goings to do work then takes heed of your mates. Because Mother Nature don’t always deal straight from the deck.