Well, thank you, dear lady

Your offer is fine

But I am sure

In all truth

I’d just be wasting your

Time

 

You see

I’m a bit of a loner

It’s how I like to be

It’s just me

And my boat

And the wide open

Sea

 

Don’t get me wrong

I do like a good song

I confess that I’m tempted

By your blue eyes

And your golden hair

That’s so long

 

I don’t like to offend

But I can tell

you no lies

If I told you my story

It would just make you cry

 

My life has been blighted

By trouble and strife

I’ve been a tinker

A tailor

A soldier

And now I’m a sailor

 

I’ve chosen the ocean

It’s my magic potion

I find solace

In motion

It’s my life’s

Devotion

 

My heart has been

Broken

Sad words have been

Spoken

And my years

Are now golden

 

It pains me

To refuse

But I’m in no place

To amuse you

 

I wish you good luck

As I bid you farewell

I do confess

That the tinker in me

Is tempted to share

My whiskey and wine ...

I’m sure we’d make a fine

Mess!

 

But at heart

I’m a sailor

And I’m drawn

By the swell

I assure you my stories

Are too sad

To tell

 

Please, don’t be sad

That I’ve spared you

My tales

You are too

Pretty and shiny

To hear of my

Hell

 

I’m best off

Alone

With the dolphins

And whales

But I will play

The banjo

And imagine you there ...

I’ll think of you

As another ship

That set sail.

 

C.K.22