Tale Of A Fictitious Seaman

My ("FAKE")
grandfather
Hymie
spent his entire
life at sea
his thick
calloused hands
and ruddy
complexion re
enforced
non verbal
body language

voluminous tomes
as testimony
to countless years
(spilling
into decades)
exposed
to salty spittled

spumed raw
elements que
sin art finest
artisanal blended,
crafted, 
dredged
by mother
nature pre 
pared within
each trough and
crest only
for thy fiercely
weatherbeaten nee,

tough as
rawhide,
leathery,
chafed skin
to me
not surprising,
since this mariner
born, bred
and near lee
schooled
within

briny deep
ever since knee
high (or so
he claimed truth
to swirling
rumor), jovialy
pleased that
his purportedly
learnin' myth writ
tik ne'r included

NEVER settn'
foot in formal
classroom,
his knowledge
icy anecdotes
aced, surpassed,
and trounced that
of what he
referred to as
grenadier landlubbers

green behind
the ears – glee
fully jabbing
with his
unsheathed scabbard
play flea
actually down
playing any exploits,
that didst
educate him,
prith ee
teaching him
survival skills
asper getn' taut
via eddy fied
tests frequently de

siding a life
or death outcome,
yet our ensian
mutual friend 
shared exploits
while he dressed
not in tatters, 
but self made
clothes from cree

chores comfortable
furs, and though
a striking
appearance
cut, ne'r
did this ole
codger (fit
as a fiddle 
with tall
slender build),
said middle
aged man
appeared
quite be
coming.
An aura,
charisma,
dogma

amazingly
graced stalwart,
gestalt,
deportment aie
found added
an air of
charming debonair,
esteeming flair,
genteel heir,
which tasked
guessing years old, 
aye presumed him
to exit the
uterine lair

at least a few
score tours
round oblate
sphere as aspect
of youthfulness
played across
his eyes 
one colored
green like
a spring day
in the country,
the other
jetblue sans
burnin' four pearl
jam oyster
cult year.