He wandered across the tide looking for the cargo to hide.. <br />Foolish man beneath his pride <br />He had not one-but two oars to keep stride <br />and in the mix-he found himself to be <br />sat a wave and two quarters beyond he- <br />Miss. Honey and foul smee <br />ariding avec three horses in tow <br />Such as he was- all fool-to bellow <br />Yonder Lady and dog, 'howdy, Hello! ' <br />and strut'n chest he heeded no reason <br />Foolish man row'd on back by his own treason... <br />was drawn-hung and quartered the next season. <br />Cloy, Ole pride hiding with stride.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-eh-that-him/
