Riding on the tide
Into the wide
Where men soar with pride
Or writhe all side.
The trough so tough
Harbour rotten bough
Paddling so rough
That canoes cough.
Against the armies of the sea
Titanic with its titan ornament sink
Kayakians with their malnourished kayak perish
Like many perishers
Failed me, oars maneuvering prof taught
Still I stand
Sail slowly
In total submission
To flapping wings of the wind
That troubled the trough.
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