Rescued!
Seas...rough, the sky…lightening and thunder
Charts...unclear, choices made led to blunder
The sailing ship My Life was going under
Scow number one wouldn't stay on course
She drifted away from me, back to her source
Away, away she blew, fast as a wild horse
Next, I climbed aboard dinghy number two
Maintaining her, more than I could attend to
No favorable wind, the voyage went askew
Safe and secure in lifeboat number three
No longer foundering amongst the debris
Fleeing the devil and the deep blue sea
Her trajectory was true and it did not falter
Rescued! Safe on my Rock of Gibraltar
Scuttlebutt is; I'm taking her to the altar
poem by Charles Hancock
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