Bleh With Bacon:

The slow moving van,
The night sky slowly passes over,
A threat enters the night,
Passing me by as a clover,

A soreness awakens,
Taking over my helpless body,
My voice took over,
Being controlled by the evil sea,

A ship wreck near the coast,
My mates swim ashore quite safe,
Their scars invisible to the eye,
So is their story on my bookcase,

My the raspy willow floats closer to shore,
It comes to rest upon the coast,
It's travel over and complete,
A moment was spared to watch it boast.