A continuation of sorts of ‘The Sinking Of The Dead Jester’.
Here I recount a tale of a pointless wreck,
On this frosty night of many ales,
You know nobody cried,
Nobody cared when the vessel went down,
The ports paid no ceremony,
The admiralty sent no search parties,
Nobody cared,
The vessel descended to no fanfare,
Now the old Dead Jester slumbers,
Every fathom down the ocean air sighed,
Relieved to be rid of this wretched circus,
A wooden skeleton amidst sand and coral,
Spine broken across ocean rocks,
A wreck untouched,
Not even the fishes were intrigued,
Clown meat tasted oddly riotous you see,
This graveyard of inadequacy fed no life,
Octopuses set up pebble cordons warding off all-comers,
The lost souls here continue to bicker and wrestle,
This crew of mimes and jokers,
They were destined for this abyssal limbo,
One trickster was spat back out by the kraken,
The first mates corpse choked a great white,
Souls forsaken by even Davy Jones,
You see this sinking was a detriment to the sea,
This boats life and death were an insult Mother Nature and Poseiden,
A cancer unable to be excised.