*Magnify*
SPONSORED LINKS
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2189288
Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #2189288
A light verse on an old sailor
Oranje,
I met this word on a yellow bus,
Bound for Bolgatanga in the North.
I have met similar words on t-shirts and shorts,
Their wearers as ignorant as me,
They have no idea what those words mean.

Now good old Mr. King,
Blind as a mole,
Toothless as a baby.
He was a sailor in his day,
And travelled the world about.
He knew words like bonjour and guten morgen,
And definitely knew what Oranje meant.

The night before his birthday,
He threw a party fit for a King.
He wouldn't take chances,
None at all.
What if he slept and never woke up?
He had turned a hundred less one day,
That was good enough for him.

The band struck a beat,
The music began.
It was a sailor's ditty.
Good old Mr. King,
Forgetting himself,
Thought he was at sea,
And yelled,
"Lunsh Ahoy!"


Writer's Cramp (sole entry, winner)
© Copyright 2019 Ametorpe (pgoka at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log in to Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!
All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!
Printed from https://www.Writing.Com/view/2189288