(A sequel to 'Vikarious' and its prayerful repercussions: The dull drums of conscience in a marauding Viking's heart, through parody of Psalm 23)
On board is my ship-hoard;
I shall knots want.
Sea breaks me to lie down
(gangrene postures),
Thence sea speeds me,
Besides doldrum's
(ba-dum-ch)
Still waters.
Sea restores my hull.
Sea reads me in the laughs of tight-pursedness
For wreck would see same stake.
Decay, though thou stalk through the galley as the shadow of death,
I will fear no weevil:
For shark are with me…
My rod catches stuff that comes for me.
Line ensnared, cable draws me into the presence of anemones
Who appoint my head as a spoil!
Mike up! funs over…
Surely woodenness immersed in sea
Shall hollow me all the days of my strife,
Or I shall dwell in your house without board but your treasure!
(P.S. Alms: Plenty Free)
I penned this one hastily one evening whilst thinking how to follow up on 'Vikarious' during a stand-up session (hence the reference to the microphone). If anyone can think of another famous passage of scripture ghat merits the Viking treatment then do let me know?
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