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Harpoons to Ready

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Harpoons to Ready

I am a young man, to Nantucket I've traveled
never before have I been out to Sea,
here in the Harbor, I've spotted the Pequod
I knew then and there, that ship was for me,

Ishmael is my name,I was a Teacher
Queequed my friend, best harpooner on board,
the man they call Ahab, well he is the captain
you can bet he will see to it we're never bored,

Here! here! drink a toast to our Captain,
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready
when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick,

The captain's on deck, we can all hear him walkin
with his old wooden leg,thanks to one great White Whale,
he calls for attention, as he calls us to forward
he points to his leg, as he tells us the tale,

A fifty dollar gold piece, is nailed to the mainsail
for the harpooner, when the white whale he kills,
then the man in the crows nest , says yo I can see him
into the longboats where we test our skills,

Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your harpoons to ready
when we see the white whale that they call Moby Dick,

The Captain he is restless, and takes to a longboat
we had three harpoons in, he was pullin us slow,
when the eye of that whale, caught sight of the Captain
he came about and he started to roll,

He went straight for the longboat, that carried the skipper
locked in his eye, as he started to blow,
raised out of the water, near forty foot outward
down they both went, to Jones' locker below,

Here! Here! drink a toast to our Captain
Hey mister fiddler, come play us a lick,
Here! Here! have your Harpoons to Ready
when we see the White Whale, that they call....

                          Moby Dick!


copyright 2011 Rd Pickett




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  1. Date: 11/27/2013 1:22:00 AM
    Hi Taz, i like the ufo avatar... , Thank you for spreading and sharing your kindness. You know me I’ will always enjoy stopping by with love and support, no matter if I do not Understand what I am reading at times. I am very grateful and thankful to all who have been supportive of me one way or another. Your heartfelt words are the main attraction of who you are… Thanks for your inspiring visit. ----- Happy Thanksgiving ~ LINDA

  1. Date: 1/1/2013 12:45:00 PM
    Hello Taz, I'm drinking a toast to the poem. You know what I like about the poem. I can visual the entire poem and the wooden Captain's leg. here! here! "there she blows!"...:-).... I like the Davy locker adventure... always~ Linda

  1. Date: 9/17/2011 2:09:00 PM
    Enjoyed reading your work..I don't know if intended to be funny but I got a chuckle..Sara

  1. Date: 9/16/2011 2:43:00 PM
    Another wonderful write...thanks so much for sharing~

  1. Date: 9/15/2011 1:27:00 PM
    Enjoyed reading today Richard. Love, Carol