To Sail Poem by Ander Greigon

Nick and further;
Leave or deeper
Plush the waters:
Seek the hours

To sail was to fice;
Mean lonelier nights
A shame would admit:
Beside this relieved

A can't or a noop;
Lead to all the group
Who thought would despise:
A grip on the wise

Be sooner a reap;
Of choice and decept
The greater the lend:
A beaker of pend

In sighs and thresh;
What seekens your flesh
What under would flute:
Read sulters and none

Shake humbles and note;
Flake suppers were bode
Neat collars were bright:
Huts offers no spite

A crew of the broke;
But little would hope
Just chill and unwind:
The lot will commend

So pry your delish;
As making were push
And tailor your meek:
A spice of take.