I think I may know them
Who castigate the approaching waves
Coming across the the Atlantic bays
They mark it like they know since ages to go
And hence pretend to be novel in the artifice
With their background stink of some foul play
Staged on the shoulders of some weird characters.
Hush! Awake them not from such a slumber
Where they have been acting like fools
Of an 'outstanding' dramas of life,
And narrate their tales only to amuse us
And drag us crazy in a jiffy!