Theseus

Once a solid decks hand
Patiently patrolling ships brims
Respected by exhausted thirsty crew.
From the boredom
On a dried up sea
Gets an itchy feeling,
To stretch legs – more often.
So he walks,
from bring to brim

“What does he see?
Oh what does he see?”

Nothing changes on apparent horizon
Just the crew got dizzy

“What is this maniac doing?
- He is rocking the ship!”

There is no restricting,
no cuffs for this curious itching.
Stormy panic – on a steady sea.
The crew surrendered to the flood.
Flood from this mans obsessive eyes.

So they flipped
So they found
Theseus’s ship