“All Aboard the SS Sinking Ship!”
cried the captain from the bough.
“All you gullible believers,
climb aboard, we’re sinking now.”
With a backpack full of memories
I held the gangplank rope.
As I climbed aboard the Sinking Ship
I let go of all hope.
The captain sung about the sea
but he never learned the song.
He made up every second word
while the sailors sung along.
One bright midshipman spotted flaws
and ordered scrutiny.
And, before the ship could sink much more
he cried out, “Mutiny!”
We swum for shore the best we could.
Some of us were lost.
I lived to see the shipping lines
I never should have crossed.
I’m a gullible survivor
lured on a one way trip.
Don’t ever board the gangplank
of the SS Sinking Ship.
(Another oldie from the Jolly Roger archives of Hazy Dizzylady).
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