There’s a boat in the harbor
Riding low in the waves.
There’s a hole in its keel
And it cannot be saved!
The captain is bailing;
The first-mate has fled.
The cabin boy frantically
Bails in her stead.
For each bucket bailed
Six more flow right in
As the captain’s wife wails:
Serves you right for your sin!
The captain keeps bailing
Though the first mate has fled
She won’t be the last
To share a fool’s bed.
by Harold Walker
(3 votes, average: 3.67 out of 5)
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