When wooden ship sailed the sea,
I would attack the foolish vessel.
From the depths my great eyes could see,
and with those ships I would wrestle.
From the riggings I would pluck the men,
and chomp them in my massive beak.
In a situation that was so grim,
I wonder how many men I can eat?
With my tentacles strong,
the ships apart I would rip.
It would not take long,
before beneath the sea it would slip.
The men could not fight,
such a destructive force.
I was a horrid sight.
I am a legend’s source.
So if you hear a nasty tale,
that takes place in the sea you seek.
Just make sure before you sail,
you pray to the gods your soul to keep.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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