Aboard The Integrity Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

We set sail early one morning
in a marvelous ship with twenty
stout masts called Integrity.
She fair flew through the waves
before the prevailing winds
bound for the Barbary Coast
and San Francisco

We had millions of redbricks
and millions of beer barrels
and millions of rodents
all bound for the Barbary Coast
and San Francisco

The captain was drunk in his quarters
There was a first mate named Mute
who drank buckets of ale in the wheelhouse
A bosun who hammered and sang
all night long in the focsle
The cook was hungover and puked
in the kidney pie
and they were all bound for the Barbary Coast
and San Francisco