Spectacle

[Dream Wench]

The water was frigid

the anchor was froze

frosty clouds hovered

beyond his big nose

The silence then held him

as he stood on the dock

no way to tell time

from the ship and the clock

A pelican eyed him from under the sea

death had released him

so now he could be

His buckles now icebergs

they tickled his waist

the bread he had made

were now piles of paste

His sox were the striped ones

and so were his pants

his tales of the sea

devoid of romance

He's shackled and lonely

he misses his wench

she sits and surrounds him

from the seat of a bench

His tri cornered hat

with the feather so grand

laps in the surf

and slaps at the sand

He spins once around

and holds lantern so high

The moon his connection

they never will die

C May 23 2004 Dream Wench

[PyratePhil]

Vera' nice collection o' verbal images, m'lady!

[Capt. Flint]

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[Dream Wench]

I be deeply appreciatin' yer appreciatin"...Fine Gents ! I will gladly share me limes....they be Key Limes....fer the pie....I'll be bakin' under a Full moon....when the time is right....Aye.

[PyratePhil]

Iff'n Key Lime pie

Be the key to yer rhyme

Then where be ye gettin

Yer poetic time?

Yer meter is dandy

Yer verbage sublime

Yer sentence construction

Could stop on a dime.

But where be the lime pies

I'm wantin' to know

I be hopin' now that

ye'll grant us a show!