Shore Life For Old Sailor

Shore life for old Sailor I found a sweet shop in the middle of nowhere, bought a box of Swiss chocolate took my sack of hay given to me by a kind farmer so I could make a mattress. Now I sleep on top of the big kitchen table for fear of rats, with only a horse blanket between me and hard old oak. The candy seller’s daughter is getting married to her own image, a gilded mirror. Last night I fell off the table dreamed I was back at sea and the ship was pitching and rolling; bet I gave the rats a fright. I went to the wedding of the candy man’s daughter, it was a sweet affair, colurful bonbons rained from the roof and the priest looked as he was on a sugar rush, he cried when she tenderly kissed the looking glass. Things are looking up for me too, the farmer gave me another sack of hay and a rat catching terrier. I never made a mattress, gave the fodder to a starving mule. I sleep in a hammock and it carries my dreams across many oceans.