sail the seven seas but know that the north forties await
danger looms out there…a graveyard of shipwrecks
a case of cape horn fever
what’s the old story …“I didn’t think he was drowning, I thought he was waving.”
it is the poor soul who sets sail without the proper provisions
and a poor soul am I usually
but for the next four days it’s a cruise
got on board in time for a hamburger and fries
leave some room for the late dinner of maybe ribs tonight
full to the max but then someone mentions tacos on lido deck
definitely want those
waddle back to the room with the cute porthole window
but now it’s dark and you can’t see a thing except distant stars
too far away to do you any good
lay on the bed well fed and half-dead
time to lay low on the high seas
but not before some pizza and ice cream
have to get up early to catch breakfast
I paid for it so I’m not gonna miss it
just some orange juice and toast...maybe a pastry too, hell, might as well eat some steak and eggs fixed to perfection
head over to the library and no one’s in it
almost everybody is walking around beer in hand or lounging by the pool
not much to read so I use the telescope and stare at the waves
killing time until lunch not that I’m hungry
but I heard the roast beef is most succulent
