Here I stopped,
In my head did pop,
A desire to be near to my sea,
I raced there with all due haste,
Didn’t even see that hiding cop…
I told him I needed my sea,
My life was unhappily failing,
Against sanity I was railing,
Please, officer, let me keep on sailing…
He did let me continue,
I kid you not,
And with the same haste,
I did arrive at my usual spot,
But my sea had dried up,
It was all gone, not even left was a cup…
Ponder that in your pipe and smoke it.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane