The Sailor Boy
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1861)
He rose at dawn and, fired with hope,
Shot o’er the seething harbour-bar,
And reach’d the ship and caught the rope,
And whistled to the morning star.
And while he whistled long and loud
He heard a fierce mermaiden cry,
“O boy, tho' thou are young and proud,
I see the place where thou wilt lie.
“The sands and yeasty surges mix
In caves about the dreary bay,
And on thy ribs the limpet sticks,
And in thy heart the scrawl shall play.”
“Fool,” he answer’d , “death is sure
To those that stay and those that roam,
But I will nevermore endure
To sit with empty hands at home.
“My mother clings about my neck,
My sisters crying, ‘Stay for shame;’
My father raves of death and wreck,-
They are all to blame, they are all to blame.
“God help me! save I take my part
Of danger on the roaring sea,
A devil rises in my heart,
Far worse than any death to me.”
So Sailor Toy, what's your pleasure these days other then squirt guns and sea sponges?! At least all that water you're always splashing around in keeps you clean, but still smelling like brine! If you commandeer a carrier I may be able to land wherever on the 7 seas you may be! Any allergies? Any Favorite ISOM's you want? My stop right before you is that tiny island south of Florida I should warn you! My guess is my bag will be full of your favorite action hero, Sailor Moon products. Can't wait to see your reaction! Happy Ho Ho Ho Sailor Doe!
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