Never A One For Seasickness Poem by Mark Heathcote

His soul needs a fulcrum to make it rise again
His heart needs, but to splice the mainbrace
And sail and drink forever hearty again…
Or else capsize, against some, old rock-face
His soul requires a merchant marine captain.
His masters, the key to his ship's cargo hold
His heart lies in anchorage under a steel chain
Else his bilge water tears won't be extolled
His goodwill a second-mate a navigation officer
His high spirits shouldn't falter in requirements
He's sailed the seven seas a star gazing orbiter
Traditionally, he's never a one for seasickness.