By Annalie Buscarino.
’twas fair the day the sailor came
whither the docks began,
an excursion great concluded,
he was a wealthy man.
He swaggered down the waterfront
his chin dimpled with pride,
a pauper unfed raised his head:
“Pray, sir, I soon will die.”
The sailor howled, pity astray,
he skimmed with wind burned eyes:
“Durst thou converse with man highborn?”
He spat on spit’s demise.
The pauper rose, new strength he found
anger clearly extant,
a tart green cloud billowed around
from mouth a hiss then said,
“Fie! Thou art an ignorant fool!
You shall wage for your jests,
next time you sail along the whale
is when you’ll come to rest.”
The sailor scoffed and turned away,
the pauper back to bed,
both with grins they departed sole,
no thoughts of th’other’s stead.
The sailor left when the sun called
for Shirme, Kingdom of Jewels,
his ship arrived, but not with he-
a fate fit for a fool.
ANNALIE BUSCARINO is a 16 year old writer from Long Island, New York. She looks to pursue an English major with a concentration in Creative Writing in college. Her passions include reading and writing, taking care of animals, playing competitive soccer, and learning about law enforcement and the FBI. She hopes to travel the world, pen and notebook in hand.