Ship

A nautical mess adrift on seas of emotion Finding himself once a feeble notion A first mate who eventually abandoned ship His heart put on paper, which she gave a rip Finally, he found a port to replenish the crew About half of them, nearly ran him through The ship once again, he thought, was sank Were it not for quick judgment, in using the plank This voyage of discovery would have bewn brought a quick and bitter end Instead, he found a ride or die, an intuitive muse, a once in a life time, and three lifelong friends