The Bottle Upon the Shore
The bottle was found upon the shore,
looking forlorn and green with a cork,
it wasn't impressive except that a
note was folded inside ready to be
read by the beachcomber with delight.
Seagulls encircled the event as if they
knew what the discovery was all about,
eyeing the lone man unplugging the
bottle made them more curious as he
went about with much dramatic bravo.
Placing the bottle upside down and tapping
the bottom made the yellowed note fall out,
carefully unfolding it with large veiny hands,
he read each word written in delicate and
flowery cursive as if done by a woman.
'Jonathan Dearest as I am writing this letter,
my ship is out to sea taking on water and
soon will be sinking with many on board,
including me because there are not enough
lifeboats on the Titanic...'
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