Tale of a Seafaring Sheepdog

(Canto III)

We fought for days, and then for nights

I covered him with nasty bites,

We fought with tooth, we fought with claw,

He tried to tempt me with a whore.

But I resisted, I desisted

Even though my paws were blistered.

This was no time to lose my cool

For I was here to fight a duel.

 To win back back my old Shipmate

Trevor the brave, Trevor the great

From Aegir, the fishy bastard

I gave him rum, and got him plastered.

I made my point, I saved my man.

I sent him home to green Saipan.

Then on I sailed with no regret

To an age-old tavern in Tibet.

©The Poetic Priestess 2002