Musings by The Poet Loriet
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You make loving an adventure.
I knew when you took my hand,
led me laughing to my room
(Aaaarrgghh, matey, let's go
do some piratey things!")
that I was in for a crazy night.
I was your wench
with my golden hoop earrings.
You brought your parrot and
your wooden leg to bed-
though I asked you to
please be careful
because if you got a splinter
in my waterbed mattress,
then we'd have to bail
and run for dry land
putting an abrupt end
to our high seas adventure,
and we still had many
planks left to walk.
Lori Beal
I knew when you took my hand,
led me laughing to my room
(Aaaarrgghh, matey, let's go
do some piratey things!")
that I was in for a crazy night.
I was your wench
with my golden hoop earrings.
You brought your parrot and
your wooden leg to bed-
though I asked you to
please be careful
because if you got a splinter
in my waterbed mattress,
then we'd have to bail
and run for dry land
putting an abrupt end
to our high seas adventure,
and we still had many
planks left to walk.
Lori Beal
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