Short Oarsman Poems

Limerick crochet: The Saga of Sea Anne-Anne

Once the Captain of the good ship Anne-Anne
Took to the waves to conquer the main.
Slept round the clock mid-ship
Towed his women aft-ship:
Yet women and ship turned on him in pain.

The Flying Oarsman won America gain
And tamed the raging waters Sea Anne-Anne.
One cup he never won
Was the Darling fourth one:
A touching tale this: the tears shed by Jane!

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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Oh! oarsman
Take me home
Yonder lies 
My cuddled dreams
My sweatheart and everything

I have been away
Too long
Eons and scores sway
Too small  to hum their song....

Cant bear the ripples 
And the whirls ...
The known waters 
Seem so strange now

Calmness above water
But turmoiled  under
Just like 
My yearning heart

 Oh! oarsman
Row me faster to the weeping shore
I dont ever want to do this anymore

Oh! oarsman
Take me home.....

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