The Ship (by the way, this is copyrighted...)

To put it in perspective,
you cannot be subjective.

You must take a step back,
to see what things did lack.

It’s a very simple premise,
not meant to be a nemise.

And this is how it goes,
a story, this it shows.


You come onto a ship,
you don’t expect a trip.

To the dungeons, made a slave,
the wait staff they do rave.

It’s not a noble job,
enough to make some sob.

Many hours they do work,
“My boss, he is a jerk!”

Scrubbing floors and wiping metal,
“Better food, that’s what we peddle!”

“We’re working all the time!”
at five the clock does chime.

To start another day,
before this one’s gone away.


Poor Ana she was small,
she sometimes dropped the ball.

Couldn’t carry heavy dishes,
against her bosses wishes.


She’d drop a heavy load,
and they’d treat her like a toad.

The shifts they do change often,
to see, “Where is my coffin?”

“Where will I be today?”
“To move, or here to stay?”


So you see there is no time,
although you had been kind.

The crew they have no life,
but only toil and strife.

The schedule isn’t fixed,
so your plans are often nixed.

No matter how you try,
on them you can’t rely.


But something I do wonder,
“Did I so encumber?”

She used to roam the ship,
she didn’t give a flip.

On crew deck or the gym,
you’d maybe see her in.

But slowly over time,
she did become a mime.


There could be several answers,
I hope they aren’t Black Panthers!

Either work became too much,
tired feet, no sleep, and such.

Or she really hunkered down,
to do her work and frown.

I hope she didn’t run,
because that would be no fun.


But sometimes I do wonder,
if indeed there’d been another.

Like Gavin maybe pressing,
not just work he was addressing?

And Tanya she did transfer,
you no longer have your hands full!


I wonder how you’re doing?
is it dance you are pursuing?

Or simply saving money,
to go back to your honey.

The ship became no fun,
it seemed like a long run.

No smiles, but lots of work,
all your time, yes it took.


But once, long ago,
we did have to forgo,

A better situation,
“Was it infatuation?”

I don’t think so, just some fun,
with people on the run.

It is now clear to me,
how hard that things can be.


In F&B and staff,
a tall, yellow giraffe.

Red roses for a darling,
as pretty as a starling.

I hope you kept some things,
good cheer they may bring.

Or tossed them in the trash?
to become a Monster Mash.


There was no time for love,
not sent from heaven above.

Although I think you felt,
sometimes you did melt.

You know I was sincere,
but it became clear.

The time wasn’t right,
do that as we might.


You were always kind and sweet,
I’d always want to meet.

But that B.S. waitress job!
for you it sure does rob.

A life though far away,
But here, I’d wish you’d stay.


P.S. Johnny Cash swings too.