October 28th, 2009
A Boat Poem
Zero-Q's Nice Boat Poem
Edited by: alpapito
Journey to the top of this yacht
Across the never ending blue,
I sit at the edge, a rod in my hand
To catch a fish or two
But still no luck, I must confess,
No fishes here I dread,
As for my bait I use not worms
Instead a severed head
To whom it belonged, a selfish boy
For each his sins he paid,
He broke the hearts of many girls
And probably gave them aids
And yet, I envy him somewhat,
For he has scored with many,
As for myself I remain untouched,
I havent scored with any
Stuck at sea, beside this girl
Im stranded on the dingy,
If I dont sleep with one eye open
She will surely chop off my thingy
Her mind is filled with madness,
Her breasts, I dare not fondle,
I may be killed atop this boat,
But it still beats working.

