David L. Harrison

Gather 'round, ye scurvy mates, I'm signing on a crew. You there! Can ye tie a knot? Ye’ll do.

Tonight's your lucky night, boys.
Look what I fixed for you!
Stood all day in the burning sun
to make this son-of-a-gun stew.

Longhorn steaks two inches thick,
dig in while they're hot.
The coffee'll keep you up all night,
belly up to the pot.

My foot’s
asleep,

my seat
is sore.

You said
“another hour”
before.

You say