The storm clouds covered the sun,
bringing to an end the day-of-fun.
I knew my owner was not too bright;
I resisted his casting off with all my might.
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How many people were on board? It seems to me like the only characters involved in this situation which can be really chaos are only the sails man and the boat. What about Bri, what about others? Just playing with people's life?
Hah! Fantastic. Reminded me of Roal Dahl's poetry as well as, of-course! , Lewis Carroll's. Bri has a knack for churning very entertaining poems out of ordinary occurrences. Wonder if he's ever tried his hand at penning one about taking the trash out, or mowing the lawn (or 'loaning the mawn' for that matter, 'moaning the lawn', etc., etc.) .
I love this poem and how things come full circle. First the second master does not care about the sailboat and then at the end the sailboat doesn't care about the second master.
A poem from the POV of a sailboat, a new one for me. A lovely and sad story. Another example of the disaster of drunkenness. I like that the boat tried to remain positive as long as possible: 'I've never been a boat much to pray, but I beseeched Neptune on this, my last day. My only hope was to stay afloat! ' And 'My last thoughts were of the owner I never did thank. He was my first owner before I was lost to the bank.' sounds like another sad story.
Only you would think of writing from a boats point of view nice one Bri
A free flowing poem from a free spirit. It shows a great sense of humour and evidence of a rich imagination.10.
Bri, this time you agree with me that you shouldn't drink and drive, but rather smoke and fly. lol