COME HELL AND HIGH WATER

Shiver me Mateys, the tide’s setting sail,
batten yer hatches and tremble.
Her timbers be creaking
as if they was speaking
a warning to those who would keep her assembled.

“Yo-Ho! Yo-Ho!” the storm’s kicking in,
me sea legs, they rattle and shake!
If this rig starts to failin’
there’ll be no more sailin’
heading into this hellfire would be a mistake!

Davy Jones’ locker is missing a hitch,
Moby Dick’s mother’s a cold-blooded bitch,
Come hell and high water
Each sea-farer’s daughter
had better prepare for the worse.
The ocean is callin’,
The waves keep a-fallin’
and the Wicked Seas Witch is casting her curse.
Dead men who sail never live to tell tales.

Aye, keep me feet firm as I’m standing a-stern,
Tethered to mast and to spar,
If we capsize indeed!
We’ll be octopus feed,
Leagues below water will be where we are!

Poseidon is hiding with lightning in tow,
Neptune in tune with his trident aglow,
Come hell and high water
Each sea-farer’s daughter
had better steer clear of the shore.
The ocean is callin’,
the waves keep a-fallin’,
don’t let the seas make you their whore.
Dead men who sail never live to tell tales.

 

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 3 – Write a Sea Chantey

 

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