[John Whitworth]

Oh you should, Brian. It is very funny. Everybody needs a laugh.

[Erik Olson]

Originally Posted by Douglas G. Brown

"To see the sea?" A most poetic notion;
But where I be, we say we see the ocean.

In Oregon, here, we but claim "the coast".
Ocean we never utter, much less boast,
Have left it to the country's easternmost.
l

[Brian Allgar]

Originally Posted by Erik Olson

In Oregon, here, we but claim "the coast".
The ocean's nothing we could think to boast,
We leave to the country's easternmost.
l

Exaggeration’s not a British notion;
Indeed, of understatement we are fond,
And though the Atlantic is a largeish ocean,
We say America’s “across the pond”.

[Erik Olson]

Originally Posted by Brian Allgar

Exaggeration’s not a British notion;
Indeed, of understatement we are fond,
And though the Atlantic is a largeish ocean,
We say America’s “across the pond”.

Our manners are the furthest from a spur;
So courteous, by default we defer.
We know a Californian by his rush,
Switching four lanes; he wonders at our hush.
Here, those who honk, whose gold sound-system brags
Make spectacles as assholes and windbags.
r

[Douglas G. Brown]

In Maine we have no crocs nor 'gators,
No royal palaces or castles;
Bit summertime brings out-of-staters,
The worst of which are known as "Massholes"

(my apologies to you Bay Staters who are courteous, careful drivers)

[Douglas G. Brown]

Oh, come with me to see the sea, you sad benighted lubber;
We'll take a trip upon a ship, a steamboat, or a sub or
A royal barge, and we'll live large, like good old Al Capone did;
We'll hire crews to smuggle booze, or pot, or coke, or acid.

We'll roll in dough, the cash will flow in torrents like Niagara;
We'll live like lords and bed the broads, assisted with Viagra.
Our life will be devoid of strife, we'll pay no income taxes;
And down below, we'll snort some blow, a jolly prophylaxis!

Buy there's a fly, I can't deny, in this enticing ointment;
It's Davey Jones, who makes no bones when you have an appointment
To meet with him; it's mighty grim, and what this bastard askes
Would fail to please old Hercules, so daunting are his taskes.

The wind will blow so hard we'll know when we've reached our last minute;
(The life of glee upon the sea expires when you're in it).
Our craft will creak, and spring a leak, and we'll plunge like a rock or
A meteor; forevermore, we'll be in Davey's locker.

[John Whitworth]

Douglas, that is very good.

[Erik Olson]

To See the Sea

I say yes, asked to see the sea,
Though phrased, “d'ya wanna see the shore?”
Sea, see us to tranquility!
To sea! unpeopled waves that roar!
Redundant shops line one boardwalk
Where motley crowds, fat families flock.

The surf is mosh-pit wild, like raves,
Yahoos crowd-surf, beached-bros abound.
It strikes me, like that ball, the waves
In which we're bathing are embrowned.
I heard the sea's salubrious,
But here that hope seems dubious.

It's not that Words-worthy-an ocean,
One's sea's New Jerseyan commotion!
Is it just me who's tainted sea?
Or is it tainted sea to see?

s

[Erik Olson]

To See the Sea

We envy him who gets to see the sea,
Sea sees one to a source of awe for free.
But he whom unrelenting sprawled sea fated
To see nil else sees seas as overrated.
Who sees but sea for weeks knows best the worth,
With more exactness weighs, to see the earth.

Lost sea-locked men long to descry the land,
Where they'd land home, for sea they cannot stand.
But those whom mountains, plains, or hills land-lock
Feel bound as ships unmoved without a dock.
Who see but land for months, derive the most,
Reap more than fishermen, to see the coast.

j

[Ann Drysdale]

Quick straw poll. Anyone (else) who would feel happier about posting possible entries here if it were "deep-drilled"?