‘Twas a year before numbers
When I sailed the sea
Where I met my first siren,
And my Demise met me.
I was taking first watch
Near the time of four fourty
When she called out my name.
She called “come to me, Morty.”
Her high, lilting song
With my heartstrings was toying.
She lured me to danger.
(It was very annoying).
But I leaped off the deck
Not thinking too clearly
And I swam towards the voice,
Which was starting to cheer me,
And I reached her lagoon
At four forty five
Shocked, but ecstatic
To still be alive.
And that’s when I saw
The voice’s physical guise.
I asked “What is your name?”
And the voice said, “Demise.”
I’ve been in that cave
Since numbers were made,
And Demise and myself
Both faithful have stayed,
But if you see my ship,
“The Ocean’s Slumbers,”
Please tell the I’m happy,
And teach them about numbers.
The Daily Travesty 