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Part 2

The passengers were a well-heeled lot who
    Had no experience to the rigors at sea.
And their disillusionment grew... on seeing the crew
    Entirely encrusted with earwigs and fleas.

But they were so inclined to pass their time
    Telling stories of what they had done.
With a clear honest attempt, to somehow invent
    A small semblance of sea faring fun.

There was an old Lawyer who was eager to tell
    Of the vast sums he had stolen away.
"I considered it swell not being confined to a cell
    And spent my days in a house by the bay."

And a Dancer whose tour was not going well
    As her two left feet were not meant for ballet.
"People would openly shout while I stumbled about
    And as I toured Europe, this shortened my stay."

An Olympian was hoping to go with the flow
    And not cause distress for the others on board.
But she softly remarked, "I see several sharks."
    Who had gathered in a ravenous horde.

There was an Atheist who put forward the fact
    That a vacuous death was their only reward.
"I'm exceedingly sure and my motives are pure,
    Any talk of ascension should be strongly ignored."

A Doctor was there to see to their care
    But his tools had gone down with the ship.
He would lead them in prayer and was happy to share
    Except the jug of water he hid for the trip.

Now the crew was a sorry and cantankerous lot
    Who would gamble anything on the roll of a dice.
They smelled like the dead, so some perfume was spread
    But it did nothing to help with the lice.

There was 'Six Fingered' Sally and 'One Legged' Tom
    And 'Sweet Limey' Billy Jo Pine.
As well as 'Deep Sea' Rogers and 'Black Stool' John
    And old 'Peg Leg' Marty Saint Stein.

There was 'Dead Man' Scott who was friendly and mellow
    But to his strangeness, the crew would attest.
Because no matter the weather, this odd looking fellow
    Would prance around in a state of undress.

But the worst of the bunch was a seaman named 'Crunch.'
    Who was given a wide berth by the crew.
As his political bent made not a lick of good sense
    And his facts were far too vague to construe.

The Lawyer was astute, "I will task them a suit.
    And make them pay for our misfortune and woe.
As any Court in our land will well understand
    And the riches and money will flow."

The Captain furrowed his brow at the Lawyer's complaint
    And the lawsuit for which he would seek.
So he made a decision based on this cause for derision,
    The Lawyer would be the first one to eat.

Now the Doctor was concerned on being larger than most
    And the crew in their mirth would expound.
They called him 'pork chop' and 'buttered french toast'
    And worst of all 'steak in the round.'

So they found themselves all together adrift
    Caught between a feeling of hope and defeat.
Praying their rescue would be expeditiously swift
    Before they perished from hunger and heat.

But the rescue they sought was sure to be naught
    With the Captain saddled by doubt.
As before setting sail, he had regrettably failed
    To notify anyone of their nautical route.

*Next: The Appearance of the Hippo.

*My cartoon 'Bob's your Uncle' will appear on my home page with a new one every second day or so.
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