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the ham Sandwich

Text: the ham Sandwich

from Kerry Ashwin, 01.10.09

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The ham sandwich.


 


It was a day for sailing


The weather would be kind


So we gathered in our mooring ropes


And the winches began to wind.


 


The winds they beat us easterly


The mainsheet she was full


So with scuppers at the water’s edge


We felt the ocean’s pull


 


But as the weather turned from nice


To a squall of sickening proportions


I felt a quell was coming on


And took the necessary precautions.


 


Now being sick is not a pastime


I would recommend


My ruddy complexion disappeared


As I felt my life would end


 


 


I took my bucket with the string


I keep for such occasions


And began to see my morning tea


While praying to gods of all persuasions


 


The sea she bucked and tossed us freely


And I felt my lunch was ready.


The bucket had no trouble catching it


My husband’s hand was steady


 


My pallor turned from puce to green


And then I wanted to die


My darling husband took the wheel


As I began to cry


 


He said the weather was over now


And I looked towards the sky


And right on cue the sun came out


And we hoisted the sail up high.


 


The boat she gave a grunt


And shook her demons free


Then powered through the sparkling waters


And I knew why I love the sea.


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 


 

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