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The 23rd Parody

The 23rd Parody
Loch David Crane
1979

The Hawk is my ship, Sir;
	I shall not want.
She maketh me to lie down
	in a hard rack.
She bounceth me over
	 the rough waters.
She unsettleth my stomach.
She leadeth me into
	the Indian Ocean
	for our country's sake.
Yea, though I sail through  
	the ocean of the shadow of Communism, 
	I will fear no aggression,
	for she is with me. 
	Her helos and Tomcats, they comfort me. 
She prepareth a fine mess for me
	in the presence of the bear.
She anointeth  my head,
	except during water hours;
	my cup runneth dry then.
Surely, good ports and fine memories
	shall follow me all the days I am short,
	and I will dwell
	under her nuclear umbrella forever.

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Old Buck December 22, 2016 at 6:11 PM This work sent my mind rushing back to a rhyme I wrote about my dad's year as a "water tender" back in 46. Thank you for stirring those memories for me with this great piece. Let's get your list updated with some more great Crane's. oldbuck

Skat A November 3, 2015 at 9:42 PM Loch, :) Congratulations on having your poem featured in the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~