Off the Coast of Macaroon

By Steve Howard Last updated Jan 2, 2022

Off the coast of Macaroon,
I set out to catch a whale.
Teacup for barquentine,
napkin for a sail.

The harpoon was a salad fork,
the rudder was a spoon.
No finer craft ever braved a wave,
Off the coast of Macaroon.

Yet off the coast of Macaroon,
there was no craft that could prevail,
against a dozen hurricanes,
some light drizzle, and a gale.

I’m lucky to have made the shore,
I wouldn’t be alive to tell the tale,
but for a raft of buttered toast,
of which I made a good avail.

Off the coast of Macaroon,
I’m gonna go and catch a whale.
I’m gonna need a bigger boat,
next time I’ll use a pail.

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Steve Howard

Born in North Carolina, he spent his early childhood in the Appalachian mountains. There he was weaned on gospel and bluegrass music, as well as tales of ghosts, will o the wisps and faeries in the misty highlands. Now retired, and living in northwest Florida, he spends as much time as possible on the rivers and in the woodlands.

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