The sailor boi stood on the heaving deck,
Sat-phone in hand as he posts his dreck.
While millions of Floridians prepare to flee
Sailor Boi posts on JPP.
'O, Captain, my Captain', the hands do cry,
But the smartphone screen transfixes Sailor Boi's eye.
Though swells crest over the bluff little boat,
And many a vessel is barely afloat,
Sailor Boi posts from the ocean so gaily,
Gobbling the owners data plan daily.
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