Of Whales and Woe

the bowels gurgle a bit more these days it seems
 and he thinks more about the way he saunters 'round
 the posture of his father is not his chosen destination
 but though his head remains in the same proximity
 his chin with creeping dangle moves closer to the ground
 he aims his good ear best he can towards conversation and sometimes leans in awkward toward your seat
 and if by chance one feels their space too invaded
 then try your best to calmly be discreet
 because this septic breathed man that stands before you
 is a champion from days gone by
 and the tales of whales and woe off his liquored toungue will flow
 the light will soft white twinkle off the cataracts in his eye
 so if by chance you're cornered near the bathroom
 or he blocks you sprawled in his aisle seat
 embrace the chance to hear some tales of greatness
 'cause he is the most interesting ball of toxins you're ever apt to meet