Cutters dissected
Guts of a whale with a whack...
No one’s expected
Shots from behind in his back...

Batteries gunning,
Leaving no shells in reserve...
You should be running
Fast on a curve!

Mainsail! It’s torn and ruined!
I repent and rue it!

Craving a battle
Often you’d find no foes...
It doesn’t matter
If you got aching toes...

Creaking door-hinges,
Chanting to guests, would begin:
“Who are you, strangers?
Don’t you come in!”

Mainsail! It’s torn and ruined!
I repent and rue it!

Praises and cheers
To those who sleep and sing!..
Two hemispheres
Soon in the sea may sink...

Continents flaming
Maiming your brain and spine,
But I am claiming -
It is not mine!

Mainsail! It’s torn and ruined!
I repent and rue it!