Columbus - Poem by Jon Corelis
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Three
Columbus sailed the deep blue sea.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Four
Columbus sailed, and sailed some more.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Five
Columbus sailed, and that's no jive.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Six
Columbus was up to his same old tricks.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Seven
Columbus sailed with his pal Kevin.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Eight
Columbus danced with his first mate.
In Fourteen Hundred and Ninety Nine
Columbus sailed the fishy brine.
In Fifteen Hundred, that glorious year,
Columbus relaxed with a pint of beer.
In the year of Fifteen Hundred One
Columbus finally was done.
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