The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 139 Poem by Flying Lemming

A fisherman went out on his ship
Floating with the ebb and flow
And travelled at a mighty clip
To the Gulf of Mexico

As he pulled his net aboard
Something odd in it appeared
That was too big to be ignored
A man with trident and beard

‘I am Neptune, God of the sea
You pulled me from the drink
Which is a bad way to treat me
So I curse you now to sink

Your ship will have a dozen holes
No, a dozen and a half to be sure’
It sank with the terror that involves
The fisherman was washed to shore

In a tavern you’ll find him guarding a beer
Where sailors test who’s tale is worse
But none fill their hearts with more fear
Than Neptune’s 18 hole gulf curse