A Bottle Of Rum For A Lore Poem by Obodai Sonny

Ashore the harbor where gossips grow,
A wrecked ship caresses the tiding low,
And beneath the deck where rages grow,
A treasure map leading to where lost tempers go..

Who made the Captain an emotional slave on his own ship?
That his cape be the dauntless sail that sets forth worthless trip?
For till the hook he has for a hand rids of the fishy stench,
The sea will always bid farewell with a raving wave.