Waiting for my Ship

Musing Upon an Ocean Liner STROLL DOWN MEMORY LANE

Mighty stacks blow black smoke,
standing seven stories high.
"Chug. Chug. Puff." is the cry.
Shovel on more coal and coke.

Along I come, strong as oak,
pushing these tall ships on by.
Three stacks blow black smoke,
standing seven stories high.

The cruise ships laugh and joke,
but then shudder and sigh
when shallow water they try.
We tugboats are oxen in yoke.
Black smoke mighty stacks blow .