Mackerel Sky
An original poem by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro
Consider reading along to my Spoken Verse Performance.
VERSE 1
Turned on the TV,
Switched to the morning show,
Where I saw waves stacked up for miles.
Knew that we were lucky,
That we didn't need to go,
To the North Shores of Hawaiian isles.
VERSE 2
And while, here and now,
That water might be thrilling.
When we get to the sweet bye and bye.
I can't tell you quite how,
But my dream, the Good Lord willing:
To Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.
CHORUS
Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.
Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.
Grab yourself a board,
And give it a try.
Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.
BRIDGE
If anyone has read,
A Silver Surfer comic,
Then you gotta know,
From where I come.
And why I will not stop.
The lucky ones who shred,
Feel a rush that's atomic.
Yeah, a big wave pro,
Sets an edge at the bottom,
Then swings back up to the top.
And so it goes, across a mackerel sky.
VERSE 3
This poet doesn't care,
How the prevailing wind blows.
And that some call this work "doggeral".
I issue this dare,
To my peers who write in prose,
Let's hear your poem about mackerel.
CHORUS
Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.
Mackerel Sky-ye-ye.
Grab yourself a board,
And give it a try.
Surf the waves of a Mackerel Sky.
The End
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