Poetry

Tuesday, 20 September 2022

Ever East

 Ever East, they kept extolling

The virtues of the Northern trolling

Like a pack of hungry wolves

Baying at the bar room brawls

And laying out their cousins flat

With the guard room mower

And the Frenchman's cat

But I see no ships said the sailor

Who spied and spied with his eye

But none could back up the failure

To launch or the success to fall

As a moon rocket or a thunder ball

And choking on the second chance balloon

That coughed up from the song of stomach Hume's

And looms of lice

And virtues paid for in paradise

We sequestered the lion to pull Daniel Through

The eye of the needle

And the Camel's pill

That once swallowed could

Yet be sniffed at

Though really the steam roller

Kept running him flat

And coughing

Oh the corners breached

Just the coffin sound that screeched

Like a howling bird of flight

Unfurled like a flag so bright

And reached into the great unknown

That was America then

When I was young

And wished for it again to be

Home of the brave and land of the free

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