Cooky – Looky…

On a ship, there once was a chef,

He preferred to be called cooky,

One night, during a storm, he felt the urge,

Oh yes, he just had to go out on deck,

He just had to go out and take a looky…

A wave, it did break over the bow,

It lifted Cooky clean over the side into the air,

And hurled him quite far, landing him on a island, so fair,

The natives, they were all women,

For a man, heaven would be his new lair…

For a time he prospered,

Finding rare coins and gems and gold,

But all the time there the women did desire him,

For his manhood was purely bold…

Most men, like cooky, would be so much more than sold,

On the desire of his own, but for cooky, all he could do was looky,

As if you knew him as well as the women wanted too,

You would have known him to be altogether,

                    GAY!

Had no desire did he for the women on the island, said he,

Could not explain, as his language was different,

They ended up just killing themselves off, trying to “get” him,

Till one was left, therein they lived with each other as friends,

For the rest of time till they were old and gray…

Poor, poor cooky, all he wanted initially was a looky,

So see what happens,

When one takes on an action,

He should not do in the middle of a great big sea,

Can you understand this moral, I mean, can you see?

          © ed – 3/13/04