White Foam on Green

White foam on green

nine waves are seen

their jaws all jut

their eyes washed shut

the oarsmen row

the waves they know

will wash them back

to shore in sacks

white foam on green

they taste the breen

they are no fools

for the sea's cruel

they set the sail

when the wind wails

the kraken gropes

at well made rope

white foam on green

all eyes are keen

all faces white

rowing with fright

grip of kraken

knives make slaken

all sinews steam

'gainst nixie screams.