Nothing But Sea Here Poem by Phil Soar

I felt no remorse, as it blew me off course
The winter wind made my craft drift
And I blew out to sea, with a pain in my knee
As I started a new fishing trip

The sea was named bering, I searched for some herring
But my boat just kept starting to stray
Not a sole in that sea, or a lobster for tea
Just the wind, and the waves and some spray

So I turned to my bosun, and said "It's the ocean
We need to get back to the pier"
But he let out a fart, he looked back for our start
And said, "I don't think you'd like it in here"