'Little Missy, Little Missy how I wish I lived!'

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Submitted: March 14, 2017

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Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

Though I am a fishy yellow, a burbling fellow

And my beard is burnt to North and South,

My voice is strong, I have the wind in my bellow

To seduce the Sea to a song!

Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

My wisdom is bespoke, that of old folk

And your quills are redly and unseasonally wise 

Take my hand well, dry where revelations soak

And live a life of that unworthy Hell!

Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

Curl beyond intimacy, and beyond dissonances of the Sea

Believe me, I am the mouth of credulous heritage and tradition

Faulting from a master’s slang, that arbitary fee

Stripped me to dirt and left me to hang!

Litte Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

I am sagicity’s coat, a damp plied note 

That sailed safety in an unmasked boat

Monotone Oceans dote, I jibed to the ages pote

To places where to sink is to float!

Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

Opalescence beamed infamy, a withered alchemy

Chosen to be dull, there trudged my heedless hull

In waters beamed to theory, confessions outspoke infinity

And I lived out my lies in privacy!

Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

My dromond’s wrinkled, the rowers are but myself

And I once foresailed a tale, to a girl no younger than yourself

But she sank to a sail, and was left in bad health,

Her chest was unravaged to all!

Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

Bleach the coloured ensign, chip away your pine

Dump your hours in the Sea and leave with pride

Swim to where the land is green, and all child’s shine

I have never been to what I have seen!

O’ Little Missy, Little missy how I wish I lived!

 

I cheered a smile, and laughed a while

But my heart is tender still, I grieve to the sill

And in a boy’s mind, my age offends to rile

Come to me, and you’ll find

How I live so fast, and die so young

In a young boy’s mind!

O’ Little Missy, Little Missy you have but lived!

Take from my hand this Earth, pushed unto unatural birth

And see I have crafted my spine to a poet’s bow, 

My port is burnt, blood spills from the futtock’s hearth

And I am no longer old, I have learnt!

Please Little Missy, Little Missy I have but lived

Won’t you listen, Little Missy, Little Missy

Or are you perfectly still upon the water’s edge?


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