Sorry... I needed to vent and figured you guys would, if not sympathize, at least offer me cookies.
This was an entry for a competition. Due to... issues... with the judges, it WAS finished being judged, and is now STILL being judged... however, I would like to post this now (also will be in the Main Forum for thoughts about the poem itself) because I am apparently NOT winning at all!!!
My crew has great officers five
Well, seven but five are alive
The others are 'greats'
But just alternates*
So seven, but (two) and so five.
In Interesting Sailfish our cutter
We cut through the ocean like butter
You make think it mean
That in a fleet of thirteen
We only use five. Guess we're nutter?
We went on a pilly together
The five of us thinking fine weather
Would help us to load
Our hemp, the commode
Those brigs need a much shorter tether.
A fight of five minutes we thought
And we'd get five of each commod bought
But those cheatin' bots
Took us fer lots
More than we'd ever have thought.
We thought that we'd still be alright
As we limped home to Heph for the night
In total we lost
Five times the cost
In five less than ten more bot fights.
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