The Voyage of the Lodestar
On ocean's journey the wee lad set sail
slight frame a-tremble and gaunt face so pale
His fortune and fame for to seek
The grand ship had been christened the 'Lodestar'
Rugged build for adventure's repertoire
This voyage not one for the meek
To ports far from home, to islands unknown
A typhoon sprang up, the poor lad did groan
His future looked bleak
African pirates cursed and swash-buckled
Hyenas unleashed their high-pitched chuckles
Overcome, the lad couldn't speak
Ship's captain gave the order, 'Walk the plank.'
The wee lad woke just in time to give thanks
To his bedroom door for its creak
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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