Niall Lawmile

Rookie - 0 Points (12-04-91)

Maiden Course

When once I sailed a maiden course,
Timber-rot ‘neath plucky hull
Sparring Neptune’s spuming horse
Swollen squawks the baying gull.

Mired in filth and fear and dark
I, a vessel fit to burst,
Brim-full, breaching, rent asunder
Aside she washed, ashore, the first.

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