Food And Panic Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

I was peeling potatoes sitting in the corner of
the galley and dropped the peeled potatoes
into a bucket, but as we were crossing
the Biscay bay at the time the ship lurched and
the bucket upended and there peeled potatoes
all over the floor, the cook was not pleased
pick them up, I have to boil them now we can´t
serve dinner without potatoes.

The cook, a big man with an enormous belly,
bent down to help picking them up and promptly
fainted. Cook and spuds sliding up and down
the wet galley floor. Four seamen came carried
him on the deck, where he later recovered, and
I was left to cook a meal for the hungry crew.