" 'Tis Calm Methinks "
'Tis calm methinks so thought doth do~
Has me to wonder what next o'this few~
Sails a'luff & seas thus abate~
'Tis naught such as this 'twould e'er be me fate~
Wind! Wave! Tumult! Onslaught!
Ye all ayre such as ne'er 'twere naught!
Drat & Damn.... Avast yer great flee~
A'back ye must be so as to sail ag'in with me~
Fine say I .... I'll calm meself down~
Nay nor e'er shall I wear any frown~
Blow damn wind & me smile shall return~
Spin yer winds & make yer seas churn!
Ahhhhh..... much bettter as I feel yer fine gust~
Fer such is that o'which have I so great lust~
Fly it on past me sprit & so then me rails~
Fer o'such is that which creates them great tales~
Blow! Blow! Blow ye damn wind~
Churn! Churn churn ye seas spin~
Yet be certain this time as ye run at that line~
To take me with ye for surely 'tis me time~