A WARMING SEA CHANTY
sailor song
After a beer
We play by ear
And shift gear
To steer
To the rear
And veer to a pier
Near here.
But what did appear
Were mere planks and we fear
The pier
Did disappear.
Oh dear.
How quar
Things are.
Worse than the sand bar,
Our battle spar scar mar,
Or the storms that jar,
Send us far
With no guiding star.
We'll always be
At sea,
No where to be
To dock to see
Anyone lovely
To set us free.
Gee.
That's why sing we
A Warming Sea
Chanty.
No one to call
To change it all.
About the Creator
Tom Demar
I drove from NYC to see a friend in L.A. I drove to Oregon, to Seattle, to Kansas City, to Florida. I want to tell the stories of hopes and dreams, desires and desperation, my story, the wilder side. tom-demar.com
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