Old Salt
Was Walt
Possessed
On chest
Tattoo
Of Lou
Each port
Had snort
Much booze
Blew fuse
Got tight
Had fight
Some beef
With Chief
Unwise
Blacked eyes
Uptight
Lost fight
For prank
Lost rank
For swig*
In brig
*One interpretation of swig is - strike heavily with fist!
Entry for Brian Strand's "Footle-Me" Contest
Placed in tie for 3d place in contest
Categories:
walty, conflict, drink, humorous,
Form: Footle
As they were sailing ‘cross the ocean deep
They watched the sunrise and the diving grebe.
When up in the top, the lookout did spy
A storm advancing, with his weather eye.
The helmsman heeded the word from above
And steered the walty gal forth at a scud.
Night tide came fast and they were flooded by dark,
The waves surged and the salty, sea dogs barked.
The raw wind cut and the rain assailed down,
As men pooled together to fight off the drown.
The dodger succumbed, and the foremast fell
The ship was immersed in the maritime hell.
As dawn broke, with only waveson afloat.
The ocean had seized another game boat.
Good men will be mourned, and the tempest damned,
We left to ponder why they left dry land.
Categories:
walty, death,
Form: Couplet