STEER AND SHEER

They deserve high angry waves,

The humble obedient slaves

Have for long served sooty sails,

On the sloppy deck, the tame whales

Sang sentimental verses,

While they were learning hatred and curses.

The loss of love is a tutor of hate,

And effects on slaked spooks were radically great.

They laughed and sneered and rang a bell,

And declared a benign destination at will.

The stern faced the shores and sunny land,

Each age, face and wrinkles and mighty hand,

Worked to secure the prow into doleful end,

Each stroke of death in wretchedness became a friend;

Wishing all to be a great lie as old immortal history,

Yet those who tell shall narrate a heroic story,

Ignoring to mention that

During the valiant final combat,

the reprobates, fearing the betrayal of storm and devil,

 opened a hole in the bottom of the legendary vessel.