Midway

To Gooney Birds Shifting palm trees in sandy beach sunshine Guard an immortal violet-blue lagoon Gooney birds beg and dance all in a line When they land it’s like watching a cartoon As the ship is being refueled at pier Steaks and beer on the beach with these strange birds An island oasis it would appear What I observed was truly beyond words Sailors in various degrees of dress Being chased and attacked by vicious foul While steaks burned with cold beer we couldn’t care less By sunset my shipmates began to howl A bizarre lay over as you have read We left at sunrise all with aching head