Ouch she squealed,
an internal groan,
The sliver of glass knicked her finger,
Near down to the bone.
She patched it up with tissue,
to try to stop that bleed,
At that very moment,
she remembered the sailor man,
the one that she just freed.
Took a closer peep
carefully, remembering the glass, this time.
She actually thought, she saw him weep.

She thought she'd take a closer look,
His expression had changed,
He was no longer looking deranged.
As from the broken ship he'd fled,
The bottle was shattered but he wasn't dead.

The old sea dog,
in the gaberdeen mac,
Peeped in the doorway,
yes,
he came back.
Said he to the assistant ,
where is my ship?
The girl she explained with an expression that pained,
I'm so sorry Sir,
It met a grisly end.

"Once ,It was my ship said he,
When the bottle got broke,
I was set free.
I bet you never realised,
the bottled sailor boy was me."
(C) Livvi