HORROR. HUMOUR. ON A PLEASURE CRAFT.

The Boat

 

There's something

In the boat,

I think

I saw

It,

Its hideous

Hiding in

A wheelchair,

It has

A stocking

Mask like

A bank

Robber,

It's out

Of radio

Reach,

And can

No longer

Tie up

Its shoelaces,

Someone said

It was

A  Japanese

Ghost,

But it's eyes

Are like

Are like

Those of

A stray

Bongo player...

 

 


Submitted: February 26, 2021

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88 fingers

Your poem made me seasick.

Fri, February 26th, 2021 8:35pm

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You'll have to take a lot of nutmeg and get high 88, like the old sailors used to do!

Fri, February 26th, 2021 2:31pm

88 fingers

To much nutmeg can kill you. Also, the state of Connecticut is called the "Nutmeg State".

Fri, February 26th, 2021 10:46pm

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I know it can make you sick 88, I'll have to switch to banana skins!

Fri, February 26th, 2021 3:05pm

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