My compass spinning
My head around whirring
Drank too much & toked a bone
What the hell did I do with the key
Could it off the boat have flown…
The weather was prime
Though storms were predicted at night
Home by sunset I would have been
If my key had not taken flight…
It got darker and on the radio I called
The Coast Guard got the message
But busy they most assuredly were
The first clap of thunder did give me a fright…
Unanchored and adrift
I hoped towards the shore I was aiming
I can’t pull start the motor
Will I die tonight…?
© ed J 5/12/08
Ron
Ed the Elder
Blessings and love,
Susan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
you do have an oar, doncha?
good write , you are an impressive story teller, my friend
john+
but still loves ya ~ Micke