Our little ship with paper sail
Sets out upon the sea –
A narrow nutshell for the boards
Holds us both in state;
And with brave splinter for a mast
’T will weather any gale.
adrift
The 2nd of November 2007, a Friday, at 14.05
Generally: poetastery, quotidian.
More specifically to do with: chestnuts, poetastery, ship, still life.
Might be similar to:
¶ gently
¶ Poetastery (3)
¶ lines written in Oregon
¶ punt
¶ The thing is