The Deadly Drink
A ragged old man stretched his hands to the clouds;
His eyes were beginning to glaze;
After three nods of his head to the heavens,
His hands he could no longer raise.
He thought he would straighten himself like a blade,
But found himself flowing downstream,
Swept under bridges of Madison County,
While rolling along in a dream.
It wasn’t the dream he had hoped to behold—
“Oh, drat! What a pity!” said he.
“I may have to drag myself out of the stream
And fling myself into the sea.”
But the salt took its toll on all of his parts,
His rusted-out lungs could but wheeze;
Hence the moral, my friend, O sad to relate:
It’s deadly to drink from the seas.
© 2011 by Magical Mystical Teacher