Long time ago
There was a boy named Sam.
Rum he liked , said sailor I am.
Used to wander in search of food
Work some place wherever he could.
Docks were his home ,
Night sky was his dome.
Hard work at the bar earned him
food and rum.
Life was going the way it was
To become a sailor was his cause
One fine day he got his chance
On ship going to France.
The journey was short
But this was the opportunity he had sought
Was supposed to clean the deck
Did it for the first timer sake
The journey became tedious
But time for the captain was precious
“Land Ahoy” cried the first mate.
There shone for him his fate.
First journey was completed with not much pain
Valuable experience was all to gain.
Later he spent some more time at sea
Thus he became Sam a sailor as he wished to be
Sam was a reputed sailor now.
Rum he loved all knew how.
To complete the story write few lines more
Future of sam is upto you, get some lore.
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These are some of the poems which i wrote. will add more of them as and when i write. Do Post your comments and help me improve as a writer.. Thanks
2 comments:
But all his life
He lived in a trance
for his heart was stolen
in the land of France
He survived the omnipresent scurvey
with the images of the neck so groovy
and fought yellow fever
with a lover's candor
Sam, other name for two hearty swigs at the rum
Never tocuhed a drop at one wish of his Madam
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