AssButt

Not sure of a title or anything, could be a sea shanty? All critique welcome.


In an attic o'er the sea
Mirrored by your leaky smile
I stammer back in pidgin Morse
Inadequacies vile

Oh, tug those oars a little more
You've got no arms, you won't get sore
Surely rest awaits ashore
So tug those oars a little more

In an attic o'er the sea
Some ancient stranger paints your picture
She don't look much like you or me
Says, "That's just what I've been sayin' to her
But thanks all the same, Miss Morrissey"

Now tug those oars a little more,
Your back done broke before the oak
But surely rest awaits ashore
Won't you tug those oars a little more

In an attic o'er the sea
Supplies are swimming lanky low
Ain't no grapeshot in the cannon
Ain't no spices here but famine
So they clamour hoarse for pigeon morsels
And haddock ovaries

Oh, tug those oars a little more
Till your bones a-turn to stone
The shore's so near, your rest's assured
Just tug those oars a little more

In an attic o’er the sea
Tug those oars once more for me