Sea Dogs
the sea is high and running
sails are fighting for the shore
skippers in their shrimp boats
are hauling in
blow wind blow
none of us are sailors here
we are washed up on this Tiki bar
mugs foaming and topped to the brim
Umbrella drinks fizz and tipple
oysters and crabs
salting our ready tongues
if the night leaves us a roof
to drink under
if the sky don't drown
or waves don’t slosh and spray
we will untangle all our nets
so torn by frets
and row this rollicking night away
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