From A to B

A song by Abba or the Beatles written as a sonnet

There dwelt a fellow in my childhood home Whose curious travelling tales I deemed divine, A fearless mariner who chose to roam The seven seas below the salty brine.

‘We rode,’ he said, ‘the subterranean tide Where dappled sunlight lit the deep sea shelf –

A happy crew, all glad to live inside A hull as yellow as the sun itself.

Accompanied by music, filled with glee,

All dancing to the rhythm, how we laughed

And sang the same old phrase repeatedly

Of life in our banana-coloured craft, Then, to the captain’s orders, off we sped

With cables cut adrift, full speed ahead!’