The ship was in great peril;
Her hull had sprung a leak,
And so our captain called the crew
On deck so he could speak:
“We’re working to repair the hull,”
He crooned, clearing his throat,
“Until we do, our big bilge pump
Will keep the ship afloat,
And as repairs may take some time,
I’m making this decree:
All non-essential items
Must be thrown into the sea.”
And yet the ship sunk faster,
And our frantic captain roared,
“That pump is too damned heavy,
We must throw it overboard!”
Hahaha! Your poem began to remind me of the works of Masefield until I got to the humorous ending. There must have been a twinkle in your eye writing this one. 😁
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I wish! Lol I love Sea Fever!
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