Ballad

There once was an old man.
His ideas ware very nautical.
He climbed a tree,
To look at icicles.
He pondered;
How such beauty could exist.
Suddenly without warning anger overtook him.
His name was on the death list.
Everything was set in motion.
He quickly climbed down,
But his lumpy skin stuck on a branch.
Slowly but surely his body was swallowed by the ocean.