Leviathan

 

He was the terror

Of the ancient Jew

Sea monsters

And troubled seas

Would never do.

Bubbles in myriads

Escorted him

And predatory small sharks

Or mackerel.

Always ate well

From the sloppy gulping.

Sailors spoke of ships

Shaken by rage’s impact

Head butt or tail whacked

And poor old Jonah

Got on one of those.

Bad luck overthrows.

One storm the recompense

Of incensed gods

Prophet got tossed.

Three days in belly

With all that muck

Three days of deadly luck

But prayer brought the

Prophet back out.

Thankful he shouts.

Wicked Ninevah

Helped out.