The breeze was soft as a pirate’s whisper,
But it drew it’s breath from today.
There was never any doubt that the ship was lost,
As their futures floated away.
They bibbed and bobbed and although
Hobnobbed, they pined for this moment.
This drifting ‘pon the seas.
Them free of dis-ease, fore
The further they look’d
The more they was hooked.
That tomorrow was another day.
Get your tickets ready please!
Oh uh, hello there. How you doing?
Listen, my name is Barry and I'm the Conductor on this train so if you need anything, you just ask me, okay?
The bathrooms are right over there and please, pick up after yourself on account of I clean the place, too.
And uh, seeing as you're not from around here I'll just tell you straight out - although every story you might hear on this train is true, some stories are "truer" than others, if you can read between the rails...
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and, y'all come back now, y'hear?
Have a grand day, friend.
Barry Williams
Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada
barryhappywilliams@gmail.com
https://www.mega888cuci.com
Hook em on time, Cappy!