What the need arose
whiskey , rum and whine
Were to be made on-board
By the next port.
“Captain, you have to make some
Risk & wink this last bottle ” – urged the crew.
He raised his chest,
To make his best,
Was about to make a call
To-the person on the other side of the hall.,
Some-thing absurd happened
They way it pat-tered.
“Captain., Pilot has surged to come onboard ” shouted the man on look-out.
“Ahhmmm ok” retarded his Adobe….
Angry crew made their blew
Some went to br-ooom
Some stepped in-to the engine room..,
Pilot hopped on the ladder
Stepped up fast
Making his way through the platter.
Cadet stood upright
Neatly dressed, fully tight
Patiently he captured his sight
Making no blink
Revering his plight.
Engines were made ready
Engineers were made steady
Wosh-wosh sound started to spray
As pistons danced in their tray.
“Captain, what to make ?
While pilot makes his up-way ” asked cheif cook.
“Leave, I’ll call after I learn his pick “- captain making his last sip .
Pilot came , captain engaged
Time was high, yet captain made a creepy sigh …,
” Captain – I am thirsty , my pocket feels a bit busty. Fill it with a bottle of whine , some coke or some rum . Fill it fast so that I can make my run..,worry u not , I am a Scott. Make me angry and I’ll hang u like Tom does with Jerry ” – pilot.
The last reserve was brought out
Everyone recited prayers
As it was to be passed down
” Ought we loved u
Tough thought we could hug u , kiss u , live with u” cried everyone ..,
Not with a voice too loud
Yet a-loud enough to make that wound.
What then …?
A new journey A new way
A new destination A new place
A new bottle A new sensation
A new hope waiting at next station…,