So bored...here's a poem that was in the whalers museum in Hawaii...it rhymes


For here 'tis same as at Maui,
The women are all for trade;
Calicoes, rings and scrimshaw work
Are sought by every maid.


Here's another one...


'Tis a damn tough life of work an' strife,
We whalemen undergo,
But what care we when the gale is done
How hard the blast did blow?
We're homeward bound, 'tis a joyful sound,
With a full ship, taut an' fre
We'll not give a damn as we drink our rum
With the gales of ol' Maui.
Rollin' down to ol' Maui, me boys,
Rollin' down to ol' Maui,
For we're homeward bound from the Arctic Grove
Rolling' down to ol' Maui!




If you liked the first one text MAID to 555-3324
If you liked the second one text RUM to 555-3692