The Daily Poem

STEERAGE

Hello there Captain Burton, Sir,

I never thought you’d stoop to this.

Why aren’t you topside wearing fur

And sipping bubbly, kiss by kiss,

With your propitious dilettante

Who surely knows just what you want?

I can’t believe you’d climb down here

Below the decks of decadence

To chew the fat and bend an ear

With all us bums-in-residence.

We tip our gallon jugs of rum

And take our women as they come.

~ D. Edgar Lamp (Daffodils Stanza)