Seaband Sonnet

Mermaids did not preside that sea.
Metallic seabirds and their screech
Tormented tourists on the beach
While rhymtic waves beat at the quay.

"Perfection, to rid malady.
Again, again!" does he beseech
Upon the mountain which he preach
Fall on the ears of Galilee.

Yet I would not trade it for all
The treasure in Poseidon's vault
Or puddles, lakes, rivers, and ponds;
The drops never really enthrall.
Noisy ocean spray of sweet salt
This sweaty Band of vagabonds