Sea Dogs

the sea is high and running sails are fighting for the shore skippers in their shrimp boats are hauling in blow wind blow none of us are sailors here we are washed up on this Tiki bar mugs foaming and topped to the brim Umbrella drinks fizz and tipple oysters and crabs salting our ready tongues if the night leaves us a roof to drink under if the sky don't drown or waves don’t slosh and spray we will untangle all our nets so torn by frets and row this rollicking night away