Out of a fired ship, which by no way
But drowning could be rescued from the flame,
Some men leap'd forth, and ever as they came
Near the foes' ships, did by their shot decay;
So all were lost, which in the ship were found,
They in the sea being burnt, they in the burnt ship drown'd.
This poem rocks! (Like rocks the boat...)
ReplyDeleteThe pace and rhyme are fun, and the paradox of the sailors choices is unfortunate but kind of funny. All lost and found and burnt.