I got a letter from my cousin recently released from jail.
He wrote, “I long for home and have already set sail,
And nothing can stop me not the sun, showers or even hail!”
His ship was strange; he had a stranger host,
For lunch and dinner they had fish-all fried and roast.
They sailed for eighteen days, but they never neared a coast,
For the ship was spooky, the host turned out to be a ghost!
In the ship the livings were my cousin and others, maybe nine.
They all were brave and strong and told that they were always fine,
With a ghost for a host they sail eternally in the deep purple brine,
Never to return home, to play a game of cards or drink a glass of wine.
Now every other man living or dead who would go for a sail,
Would come back soon with their faces really very pale,
And say, “From the depths of sea we heard someone wail!”
No one believed them and called each one ‘A cow without a tail!’
From eighteen days to eighteen months to eighteen years,
My cousin I know keeps sailing in the ship which all fears.
He sailed with nine others and was guided by someone queer.
They happily sailed forever and shed a drop not a drop a tear.
After eighteen years I got a long awaited letter,
From my cousin who wrote, “My life’s getting better and better!”
So there he sails happily in the purple sea forever,
Sails in all kinds of weather but home he will return never.
THANKS FOR READING!!
