Gershon Wolf Poet Tail-rhyme

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

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Tom Cunningham August 28, 2019 at 2:05 AM Saved by the alarm clock phew. Never heard of this form. Nice story line, love the nautical touch. Tom

Jeanne Mcgee August 27, 2019 at 7:34 PM Ah...this was so believable ...you really had me at the end. Great write Gershon! Gershon Wolf August 27, 2019 at 8:29 PM That's the idea! ~ Leg-puller in Chicago

CayCay Godwin August 27, 2019 at 6:51 PM All the way through I was enthralled with the form (which I think I may have maybe possibly written before) BUT the story was strong enough to hold me engaged then give me a witty kick at the end. Way to go to talentedly entertain and gain grins! All the best ... CayCay Gershon Wolf August 27, 2019 at 8:29 PM It's all about the kicks! Thanks for the enthusiasm, CayCay! :) gw