The Usual

The water, choppy and rough

The Usual

Each night a say, "We've had enough,

The Usual.

My blood pounds in my head

The Usual

But when I look out, many have fled.

The Usual

When they return, they shout

They shout so much their breath runs out!

The Usual

We daren't try for a wink of sleep

For the results take water for the seep.

The Usual

We tell each other folktales.

The Usual

After a while, we hear the whales.

The Usual

But we are headed for a small island

It is far off the mainland!

The Usual

X marks the spot

The Usual.