I am a fisherman that was banned from your sea
Commercial boats and money green
Was something I couldn’t promise to you, see
I am but a commoner, a discrepancy in mud
But I applaud your engagement, and your profit of love
To bid your farewell would be histrionic, I know
Because you will forever breathe in my works that I bestow
Upon my little black book, and my bitten off pen
The leaves that fly when I meditate in Zen
And the library halls of neglected books
You hesitated on Emily Dickinson, but only took
One second to choose William McGonagall
But to criticize, would be shameful, I agree
So, when I go back for my eyes to drink the sea
I promise you stand last on the thoughts of my brain
But I oath that you will always stand first when I begin to rain.