Don Parker Poems
- Besotted Many ships that sail the sea Very often frighten ...
- Pie A La Mode In the corner of my eye There's a piece of ...
- Come Play With Me 'Come play with me upon the sea, ' Said I ...
- Where Are You? 'Where are you? ' you ask of me, And I ...
- My Heaven's Bliss When eventide has settled in And robbins ...
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Many ships that sail the sea
Very often frighten me,
Raising doubts within miy mind:
Is this ship as it's designed
Cause for me to shun it well,
Keeping me from drowning's hell?
Much of what I've hinted at
Ends beneath my Tilley hat.
Rival thoughts soon fill my head,
Soothing me to sleep instead.
Just the thought of ocean spray
And a sun to end the day
Knots me up to find the means
Adequate to but nankeens.
Red or blue, it matters not,
That's because I am besot
At the sight of cachalot!