Wednesday, April 27, 2011

gOaTaFlOaT

The night was long.
The winds blew strong.
I awoke to the ocean strong.
The waves pounding like a resounding gong.

I looked and what I saw was my little row boat
all lonely afloat
like a songs fleeting note.

My heart started beating
when I heard the bleating.

There was a goat
in my boat afloat.

Where is the sun?

The clouds rolled in.
All I wanted to do was stay in.
Of course I would drink no gin,
but would it have been such a sin
as the big black clouds rolled in?

Patience wearing thin,
daylight growing dim.

Grim and grey there was no play
on this dark an dreary day
.