Poetry by the Masters

 

Wimpy's Poem for the Sea Hag by E. C. Segar We slew our foes,   My sweetheart and me And streams of Corpuscles   Flowed to the sea All over the walls and on the floor Were buckets and buckets and buckets of Gore We stepped on their necks,   On those slippery decks, As my sweety and me went aft.   And amid all this,   She gave me a kiss, And amid all this we laughed! For she was the Hag of the Seven Seas,   And I was her understudy, And never a tremor ran through her knees,   Though decks were befouled and ruddy. In the depth of her eyes   Was the Blue of the Skies As well as the shadows of night.   And I'll sing her love's song E'en though she's all wrong   For I, too, am not in the right.