An ode to a kraken, a poem of hors d'oeuvres with anchor tattoos and sharks that pee their pants

              An ode to a kraken

In the north where the wind grows cold,
The kraken though a thousand years old,
wraps his arms from hull to mast
& sinks the mightiest ships at last.

Under the north sea where you live
& where you have mercy none to give,
let sailors be not eaten by sharks,
They are the rightful prey of thee,
Mighty monster of the sea.

The nature of thy colossal heart,
Is to tear the greatest ships apart,
Grab the wreck & with a thunderous roar ,
Drag it to the bottom forever more.

3 Likes

Wow!:clap::clap::clap::clap::clap::clap: that was amazing! you are awesome!

1 Like