Night Shift Poem
18 January 2009
by Wesley Harris
I see the night stars gleaming,
while everyone is sleeping.
I really want to take a snooze,
maybe I could drink some booze.
Maybe some pirates could come,
and then we could drink some rum.
The spinnaker is flapping,
and the sails are tapping.
The wind was falling,
And so was I.
Time to wake up another,
I am glad it's my brother.