Post by MN POET MAN on Oct 21, 2016 23:30:29 GMT
20 October at 20:58 ·
MAL DE MER
Mal de mer they call it (seasick to you and me),
Many times I’ve seen it, in my career at sea,
It’s quite debilitating as you watch the colours rise,
Victims of this ailment, stare from bloodshot eyes.
There’s many names for spewing - a Technicolor yawn,
Or on your knees in toilets - blowing down the horn,
They haven’t found the sea legs to stand the corkscrew motion,
And wishing they were somewhere else instead of on the ocean.
The retching`s pretty awful, as the vessel leaps and races,
Pomposity is left behind as one loses airs and graces,
Just mention greasy bacon, with eggs all soft and runny,
And suspect a lack of humour - they don’t think it’s funny.
Hanging on like grim death while heaving over side,
Contending with the nausea from Neptune’s rolling ride.
They turn a deathly green - sometimes a pallid grey,
It’s wise to stand to windward - keeping out the way.
If falling for this malady and feeling rather ill,
Perhaps a little queasy, with no help from a pill,
Worry not, you’ll cheer up, when arriving in a lee,
The remedy for Mal De Mer - is sit beneath a tree !
Captain Joe Earl.