I had a bit of fun with this one. It started out as a terza rima, I think, but I mangled the form for my own purposes.
"Bane of Hades"
Upon the heaving, foamy sea,
A lone shallop patrols the waves--
The Bane of Hades, as a seagull free.
The captain fierce his whiskers shaves,
Six inches tall before cracked glass.
Five hundred rats he's sent to wat'ry graves.
His crew bails quick with thimbles brass;
Holes corking they've for long forgone.
Proud tears he'd seeing shed, if he should pass.
Sail-less they float, amidst the brine and prawn.
posted on Thursday, January 08, 2004
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