“I’ve got a grievous problem,”
Read the note inside the can,
“Please help me, oh please help me.”
It was signed “Sincerely, Stan.”
“I’m here deep inside a walrus,
How I got here I’m not sure,
The old boy up and gulped me down,
The rest is just a blur.
It’s damp and awful squishy
And it’s foul and dark and dank...
First it groans and then it gurgles,
Then it echoes like a tank!
There’s even old graffiti
Written on these slimy walls,
Saying ‘Jonah loves to party!’
With a number you could call.
At times I’ll hear a foghorn
Or might glimpse some bobbing boats,
But in the main I mostly
Just toss these briny notes.”
”I’ve got this grievous problem,”
Read the note inside the can,
“Please help me, oh please help me.”
It was signed, “Sincerely, Stan.”
— Wayne F. Lewis
Anchorage
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