Sing a ballad of the sea,
Men ponder at whales’ brains,
“What do you believe?’
Whale watching is a hobby,
Grey nomads splash their cash,
Digital selfies on charter boats,
Until appears Little Miss Moby,
Under boats she breaches,
Smashed the lot, into the sea,
Whale selfies give her the blip,
“Bug off men!” she thinks,
“Ahab’s ghost got drowned again,
Maybe there are eidetic memories,
Quite newsworthy, song of the sea!
Baby Boomer Scribblings. 