Sonnet:

Allow me to tell you how,

We get drunk in the East,

Even under nights so foul,

We dine ourselves in feasts,

We have crabs and crawfishes,

But the Moon rejects our company,

So we replace her with round dishes,

Those were finest grabs in our poverty,

The stars never lit our nights,

But the sea often gets drunk with us,

And she is always the best of sights,

With her nightgown, she fills me with lust,

Oh, the sailor’s life, when your crewmates are fools,

Oh, the lovely nights, when the wind is so cool.

Senryu:

I have smelled the sea,

And I know that she likes me,

But I love her more.

– Stu. T.H. (November 26, 2023)