Tall Story

Afloat and at sea

Bobbing like a cork

On the widest of widest ocean

Comedy in perpetual motion

White tips go surfing by

Water, lots of bloody water and

Yet not a drop to drink

Only time to sit and think

A rocky shore lies off to the west

Fiery dragons reside to the north

Things are going south though

Thats not a place I want to go

Tall ships passing me by

Rowing now faster and ever faster

Tidal currents are hard to beat

Especially where pressures meet

Directionless, I move onwards east

I am following a lonely star

Shining brightly in the night sky

All I can do now is sit and sigh

As we drift on inner currents

Mapping the inner tides

Charting uncharted territory

Writing Act 2 of this sorry sordid story

To be read shortly on Jackanory

Another very very tall story