A likely story, she said.
You fled to Tarshish from
the presence of the Lord
and now you’re telling us
you were cast overboard.
A likely story, she said,
climbing cold into her cold bed.
In the belly of a whale!
You, old man, who fear
the Lord’s wrath and mine
coming home like this
and spinning such a yarn.
The belly of a whale!
A quaint excuse … I know a likelier tale.
A touching story, she said,
to say they cast you out
for being troublesome …
and well they might! You own
wife knows what shores you’ve swum.
But swallowed by a whale! she said
laughing cold into her cold bed.
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