16 Liner's
This magical journey,
Seen from my sailing ship,
Is revealed more often
Than not in my sixteen liner's.
Dragged often through gravel,
Salt and oceans of brine.
The vessel of my enunciation,
Set down here, line by line.
Comedy is likely seen,
When I try to fangle words.
Celebrate the joy of my world,
Record the precarious mental turds.
I vexeth not to be,
The proclaimer of my noble way.
Forever I'll be spit-ethed out,
Whatever She-ite I can say....
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