Sea Sickness - Poem by George Savige
We went out fishing in a boat,
Charlie, Wal and me.
As it was cold, we wore a coat,
Fishing on the sea.
I bought along some milk to drink,
And a bit of stew,
And Wally said to me, I think,
'Can I have some too? '
I warned him not to eat too quick.
He didn't hear my plea.
So poor old Wally, he got sick,
And threw up in the sea.
I never saw him look so sad
And never quite so pale.
He said he never felt so bad,
While leaning on the rail.
And leaning there he caught my eye,
These words he said to me,
'Will I get worse before I die? '
Then threw up all his tea.
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