Mal De Mer Poem by Christopher Tye
Mal De Mer
Mal De Mer
Motions of this ship wreaking havoc,
Abandon all hope of keeping food down,
Land lubbers like me should know better.
Digestive torment as my stomach churns,
Eating that full English Breakfast was a mistake.
Must take the train or a plane next time,
English Channel wishing you were shorter,
Really suffered with seasickness this time.
By Christopher Tye
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