He wandered across the tide looking for the cargo to hide..
Foolish man beneath his pride
He had not one-but two oars to keep stride
and in the mix-he found himself to be
sat a wave and two quarters beyond he-
Miss. Honey and foul smee
ariding avec three horses in tow
Such as he was- all fool-to bellow
Yonder Lady and dog, 'howdy, Hello! '
and strut'n chest he heeded no reason
Foolish man row'd on back by his own treason...
was drawn-hung and quartered the next season.
Cloy, Ole pride hiding with stride.
Candice Renae Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-eh-that-him/
