Never A One For Seasickness

His soul needs a fulcrum to make it rise again His heart needs, but to splice the mainbrace And sail and drink forever hearty again… Or else capsize, against some, old rock-face His soul requires a merchant marine captain. His masters, the key to his ship's cargo hold His heart lies in anchorage under a steel chain Else his bilge water tears won't be extolled His goodwill a second-mate a navigation officer His high spirits shouldn't falter in requirements He's sailed the seven seas a star gazing orbiter Traditionally, he's never a one for seasickness.