Davy Jone's Locker

From the dirty gallows

The sea will hold you down

Your soul caressed by the devil

Your remains no longer found

You had to look for treasure

If only you knew the sea

She is very unforgiving

Come on now! Drink some green sea

Where to stay lads..... for eternity

Raise ye cups me boys! A toast!

To Davy Jone's Locker.

Reviews

[alf]

Hi Andrew. Just loved this until got to the last line. Ouch, that jarred.(lol). Please rethink that line, (pretty please with icing on top!!!) Love the symmetry you offered with this poem. The words flowed (until . . .) and it held a really tight formation. You are improving all the time, alf

[alf]

Hey!!!! Hi Andrew. Loved the new cadence and flow to this poem!!!!! Now the green tea makes sense as well. Love this, alf

[Valentine]

I agree with the other review, you really had my interest until you changed the whole idea. Valentine