Speech Impediment

When I was a boy

I couldn’t say your name,

’round letters went stiff

Now I need a drink because

a drunken sailor needs the sea, 

                       …a gentle float adrift.

Oh, what little sounds we enter

where boisterous waves cry out,

‘Hey let me in!’

—no doubt.

So there you go 

passing by my boat.

You’ll stay afloat, just pine,

creaking sound of caring drowned.

Enjoy the floor and remember dear,

‘The words endear only how we hear,

for those who speak with silver tongues

bring gentleness ashore, 

heretofore.’