When I was One-and-Twenty
(1) Sea Level
Welcome to the cake walk of poems. Come to think of it, we're not really sure why cake walks are easy. In fact, we're not even really sure what cake walks are. But they sound fairly pleasant. And they involve cake. In some ways, then, they're like this poem: sweet, simple, and easy to digest. This poem is, in fact, the Little Debbie of cakes.