A Sailor's Tale Poem by Edwin Robinette

Ahoy there matey
Please share me your rum
I'll tell you the tale
Of Midnight and Blum

Midnight, the greatest ship on the sea
Blum was the Master, the best may be he
Sailing to England for spices and gold
As he hit a nor'easter, the tale will unfold

Seems Blum and his crew were tossed all around
A sea full of madness, most men had drowned
The sails were all shredded, the mast, it was gone
Blum and his small crew would never see home

As the waves calmed down, the fog lifted, you see
Blum had no idea of where they may be
Well, weeks went by as they died one by one
Only the Master was left, he be all alone

Supplies have all perished, no drink found at hand
Blum knew he was finished, so he formed a plan
He gathered up bodies, fed them to the sea
Just Blum and his Midnight, together they be

He died that night, a smile on his face
That ship, never found, not nary a trace
Legends may go as well as may come
But, Midnight and Blum, forever sail on