Young love

See the pious stripling
as he kneels upon the shore,
praying for the safe return
of faithful Eleanor.

Just then the ship hoves into view,
a galleon tempest-tossed,
it smashes on the cliff-face,
all souls aboard are lost.

‘Thy will be done’, the stripling says,
‘We must not ask the Lord
why he’s such a heartless bastard
to me and Eleanor.’

‘I’ll hie me to a taproom
and try to drown my sorrow.
There’s more than one fish in the sea,
I’ll start again tomorrow.’


 

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