I wobble to the left,
I wobble to the right,
All my life,
I have been at sea,
Day and night.
I want to stand still
As is my right.
Without wobbling
Uncontrollably about.
When the sea is really rough,
I am out of control.
I have had enough,
Enough, quite enough.
What will I do,
Where can I go?
There is no land in sight,
Just now you know.
I’ll have to survive,
Another few nights.
Before this torment is over
And I can escape.
Somewhere, anywhere,
I don’t care,
Just so my wobbling,
Stops right there.
A new life for me,
With my feet on the grass,
With my nose in the air,
Sniffing blossoms everywhere.
Trees instead of masts,
To climb.
Oh boy,
I am in for a fantastic time!
I am ready for change,
A new life will be mine,
To do what I want to suit me.
Where it will be I’ll just have to see,
But stay out of trouble,
On the ship meantime.
© 2020 Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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