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
This was written by M.F. Corwin, and it was posted on 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
¶ oinopa
ego hoc feci mm–mmx
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