Why Quibble?

Why quibble over the minion of words
in a sea shanty where the pilot of the rising
and the falling of meaning
is lost in the depths so blue?

The oast house that dries the barley and hops for this strong ale
is hot and tempers are sure to flare in these nascent tunes,
roasting before the fire only to be served up to deliberate maidens
and children who will not withstand the bawdy songs
and backroom ballads.

It is lost on all of the innocents
who can't find a voice to speak,

much less sing.