Off with all thim jewels 'round yer purty neck, missie! We're wont ta bury thim somewheres in the Adriatic (or is it the Baltic?...or the Agean?...or the Caribbean?...oh, the hell with it!...jist hand 'em over, smart like!). Arrr! Arrr! Woof!
LOVE WITH BILGE-PUMP
A few, it’s true , can sail the blue
Of turgid, oceanic woo.
Not new, say you, concerning rue,
That might arise from such ado.
Our crew of two must bid adieu,
To part the pooping seas anew.
Or spew on through Sargasso's slough,
And wallow glumly in its goo.
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|Love your choice of words...original, as always...it's nice to read you again.|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
Excellent word choice, interesting and different approach, original in thought.
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Have missed seeing you, Kalikiano.
Clever wordage: love how you end each line. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.