Shore Life For Old Sailor
Shore life for old Sailor
I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box
of Swiss chocolate took my sack of hay given to me by a kind
farmer so I could make a mattress. Now I sleep on top of
the big kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket
between me and hard old oak. The candy seller’s daughter is
getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night
I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was
pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright.
I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was
a sweet affair, colurful bonbons rained from the roof and
the priest looked as he was on a sugar rush, he cried when
she tenderly kissed the looking glass.
Things are looking up for me too, the farmer gave me another
sack of hay and a rat catching terrier. I never made a mattress,
gave the fodder to a starving mule. I sleep in a hammock and
it carries my dreams across many oceans.
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