Five Haunted Men

Like The Cows in Joseph’s Dream That garroted ones of gleam, Five were disturbingly gaunt, As I recalled in a jaunt: Blissful walk to a park For a promised beer by Mark: Men marine spirits did haunt But still did me badly taunt, Never ceasing to hearts vaunt That they would Marine Types daunt… “No! Don’t voice that,” I warned them, Eyeing the one who was Clem Repeatedly telling him “Marine Spirits are dead grim!” To often hold back a claim That could, for life, make one lame: My Appeasement of Spirits, Whose calming is not by bits.