Kismet

All aboard the good ship Kismet

With Captain Splinter and his crew.

Some of the Captain's limbs were wood

And all of his words were blue.

The crew was made of motley men

How was it that they met?

It was in a dingy tavern

In a corner of Tibet.

 Here they came together

Drinking too much rum

And sailed for adventure

Towards the setting sun.

The ship was on a search for land

A place they'd been before

Where trees made conversation

And whistling sheep they roamed the shore.

©The Poetic Priestess 2002