Third poem in three days. A Sea Shanty for National Poetry Writing Month.

On Way To Davie’s Locker

 

This be the way we spend our youth, on way to Davie’s locker

Work or get the Captain’s boot and sent to Davie’s locker

This be the way we cast our lot, knowing the waves will be our plot

Drinking our way to God knows what, on way to Davie’s locker

Come now wenches if ye can, with your skin so soft and tan

Turn each boy into a man, this side of Davie’s locker.

So hoist the anchor, set the sail, we’ve only one tale left to tell

Ain’t fit for heaven, nor for hell, bound for Davie’s locker.

 

Chuck Miceli

April 3, 2013

 

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