Sail Tale

We traveled by boat and train to London yesterday. It turned out to be an arduous 13 hour journey, so I composed this on the way --


The Sea and Me


I got upon the ferry with my books and all my mags,
I swear I didn't notice those ubiquitous barf bags.
Into my mouth I popped a sweet and salty snack,
Got out my book and pillow and leaned my body back.

I thought it would be fun to cross the Irish Sea;
How was I to know what the sea had planned for me?
The captain told us plainly, "This will be a choppy trip"
I didn't realize he meant the sea would let her rip!

At first I thought a cannon had exploded up on deck.
What else could cause that shaking and sensation of a wreck?
We surfed the waves with a zig and a zag,
I would've surrendered if I'd had a white flag.

We cruised along for three long hours
My innards liked it not.
They thought they were in _Poseidon Adventure_,
And they didn't like the plot.

One daughter watched the waves;
While one slept the whole way through.
My husband?
He deemed it all an adventurous thing to do.


But me? I grabbed a barf bag
And held on for dear life.
The rocking and the rolling added to my strife.

At last, the journey ended,
Thanks be to the Lord.
You'll never hear my say again,
"I wish I weren't so bored."