Easy Shall Return Poem by James Walter Orr

Easy made an earnest effort,
But the effort fell far short.
Easy had, himself, exhorted
From a palpitating heart.

Should the sun shine so a sadly
Striving sailor says, 'so long'?
Shall the sole surviving spellers,
Always show him how he's wrong?

Heavy hangs the heart that's humble,
Headaches hand out heavy blows,
'Heave-ho, hale and hardy heroes, '
He hears Harry spout his prose.

Heave-ho, hoist the sails and anchor;
Batten down the mid-ship hatch!
Send a message down to Davy.
Tell him that he's met his match.

Tell my damsel to come forward.
I shan't face the storm alone!
Look right in the eye of Neptune!
Fear's one thing I won't condone.

With my lips pressed to my maiden's
Salty brine and saline tears:
Let this ship break into kindling;
Passion over-rides our fears.

Take your trident, take your whirlpools,
Take your madly leaping wave!
Davy Jones may stuff his locker,
But our lives I'll surely save.

When the sea dries to a desert,
And the sun shines cold and dim;
Through our lips shall pass no bubble,
Nor our arms shall cease to swim.

We may be yet long forgotten,
But this is no idle boast.
You can etch this into concrete:
Easy shall return to post!