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And here is some poetry:
Cargoes
Qinqireme
of of Ninevah from distant Ophir
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine.
Stately Spanish galleon, coming home for Christmas,
Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores,
With a cargo of diamonds,
Emeralds, amethysts,
Topazes, and cinnamon and gold moidores.
Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack
Butting through the tropics on the mad March days,
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road-rail, pig-lead,
Firewood, iron-ware, and cheap tin trays.
Smart Miyuki Maru on
Midsummer’s evening
Cruising down the river
before London’s eyes
With a cargo of ladyboys
Dominatrices and masters
Slaveboys, schoolgirls and
Ishmael Skyes.
John Masefield
(but not the last
stanza, obviously, and the bit about coming
home for Christmas is a blatant piss take, before anyone points it
out)