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As I stood beside the sea-grass on the windswept rocky shore, I thought I heard a siren’s melody; So I waded through the breakers, and I listened one time more— But the crashing waves obscured the harmony. A boat was what I needed, thus I sold my family home And bought an aging yacht with yellowed sails; Then I bade farewell to foes and friends and set off all alone For lands I’d only heard told of in tales. A landsman dreams of paradise in places far away And seeks exotic loves to steal his heart; But few will brave the dangers of the waters past the bay— They thus forgo the journey ere its start. “The sea&rsq

Once upon a dimlit noon Sir Sym rode forth to meet the moon Which shone with light like silver plate And mocked the sun for being late. The righteous knight knew not the jest That Sun and Moon had schemed to test The ardor and the pride in him, To judge his spirit thick or thin. Atop a peak below the sky Sir Sym beheld the moon’s cold eye; He drew his sword and raised his shield And bade the haughty orb to yield. Ho Ha! Guffawed the moon with glee, A fierce-some cock doth challenge me! Where art thy wings o’ foolish bird? Do cease thy clucking; thou art absurd. Dost think thee can enforce thine hest? Thou canst not fly to leav

Have you heard me tell of Butcher Ike? One day he had a ‘fam’ly strife,’ So he took his wife and took his knife And then, by God, he took her life. He cut her into ten small bits And then he stuck her onto spits; From her rear-end he made sirloin tips— And sausage from the bloody drips. Ike searched around the house for spice; He thought some garlic would be nice, But he saw it not, though he looked twice— Cooked wife, he found, goes well with rice. To wash her down, Ike drank some grog, And though he feasted like a hog, She weighed his guts down like a log— So with the rest he fed the dog. If ‘i

Once upon a dimlit noon Sir Sym rode forth to meet the moon Which shone with light like silver plate And mocked the sun for being late. The righteous knight knew not the jest That Sun and Moon had schemed to test The ardor and the pride in him, To judge his spirit thick or thin. Atop a peak below the sky Sir Sym beheld the moon’s cold eye; He drew his sword and raised his shield And bade the haughty orb to yield. Ho Ha! Guffawed the moon with glee, A fierce-some cock doth challenge me! Where art thy wings o’ foolish bird? Do cease thy clucking; thou art absurd. Dost think thee can enforce thine hest? Thou canst not fly to leav

As I stood beside the sea-grass on the windswept rocky shore, I thought I heard a siren’s melody; So I waded through the breakers, and I listened one time more— But the crashing waves obscured the harmony. A boat was what I needed, thus I sold my family home And bought an aging yacht with yellowed sails; Then I bade farewell to foes and friends and set off all alone For lands I’d only heard told of in tales. A landsman dreams of paradise in places far away And seeks exotic loves to steal his heart; But few will brave the dangers of the waters past the bay— They thus forgo the journey ere its start. “The sea&rsq

Have you heard me tell of Butcher Ike? One day he had a ‘fam’ly strife,’ So he took his wife and took his knife And then, by God, he took her life. He cut her into ten small bits And then he stuck her onto spits; From her rear-end he made sirloin tips— And sausage from the bloody drips. Ike searched around the house for spice; He thought some garlic would be nice, But he saw it not, though he looked twice— Cooked wife, he found, goes well with rice. To wash her down, Ike drank some grog, And though he feasted like a hog, She weighed his guts down like a log— So with the rest he fed the dog. If ‘is