Great gray sail gathers gale
Weathered wooded vessel totes the male
No place to be for the fairest of she
... Three sisters salute on sirens' sea
Davy's opened the bottom locker
Sea the beast she is a shocker
Three Sisters say there's hull to pay
Knock at the door, "can Johnny play? "
Moans from men and hull to bend
Mast snaps shear, so long my friend
Aft passes fore pointed back to shore
The fat lady opens with beastly roar
Coriolis counters, clockwise control
And from sad bodies, pulling said souls
Captains log found.. in frantic plume
And right you were love, I've met my doom…<><
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I would like to translate this poem
And right love. thanks. good poem. I invite you to read my poems and comment.